Face of thought

A stream of consciousness piece….

Steady as she goes
as feet sit perched above the silent water,
back and forth toes wave as eyes gaze
wondering what lies below.
Monsters of our history seen
in ripples moving in and out,
we touch a toe to mar the scene
as the face of thought disappears
into the blackest darkness of depth.
Do you remember
when we wore our height like superheroes,
striding elegantly with not so long legs
carrying us into the crowds that occupy space
we longed to call our own,
leaning against the wall with a cigarette,
too cool to be a fool
but behind buildings we strode to the waiting woods,
where the firelight held that beckoning glow
to follow where the night would lead.
We move our legs back and forth,
talking about the things we will do
when we grow old and wear cool clothes
and our faces will sport the colors
of the older girls we admired,
now wrinkles grace the space
where smooth youth waited impatiently
and we walk in waves and remember
just what it was like
when we were 13 and the world was such a small place,
now untethered we flow into the days
waiting to find that moment once more
when monsters could be banished
and sirens never broke the silence,
where the wildflowers grew beside that pond
and there was us,
you and I sitting quietly wondering
dreaming the day away,
as the hearse pulled away.

Just let the mind flow to where it felt like…..now off to watch the rain fall into the too full pool and enjoy the rest of the day 🙂 peace and blessings, K


We stare towards the brightest light,
feeling the seduction of the pull
drawing us in to the spell
a thousand stars beckon us to believe.
Something more within the the realm,
we linger on the edge of clouds
drifting through the space of our soul
we become one in the knowing,
the infinity of it all.
Singing a hymn of gratitude,
we stand and gather the tribe of all,
mindful leaving none behind
we make our pilgrimage to love
the heart of the matter
encompasses us within
the ethereal light gracing us
with the sign of paths to follow,
and ghosts of those who’ve gone before
stand ready at the horizon
knowing we will follow
for the happiness and joy of stardust
falls down like rain
and we soak it up
carrying the life force
to share from here to eternity.

Sweetest things

Awake with a song in the heart
as the rhythm moves and grooves
eyes slowly open to answer the call
of a light that slips in
like a welcome friend.
Washing away the memory of dreams
and the sweetest things fresh on my mind,
the body stretches to loosen the soul
as feet lightly hit cool tile,
moving forward to greet what comes
a song on the horizon of my tongue
I sing to tune of the birds beyond
light and fresh
creating magic
in my world.

Last night I dreamt of Christmas cookies and the scent of cinnamon…..guess my sweet tooh took over my mind…not a bad thing but still woke to birds singing a lovely tune and a song from my youth running through my head. Life is good, welcome to Friday.