Hanging beyond

Slipping between the clouds of another day

my thoughts move in colors blended

like thrift shop glass stacked

one upon another upon yet more

we piece through, examining each

looking for the perfect one

knowing somewhere it will be found

when least expected.

I slip into a place of peace

wandering aimlessly down aisles

merely listening to the chatter between

one wall and another

one form asking nothing of importance

then silence falls around me

where no one is there at all,

and I gaze about me

flipping through the pages of a tattered volume

lost in the words of another

and slipping it into my meager pile

happy for an unexpected find yet again.

The sun has slid away beyond the windows

and the air tame after days of wild winds,

clouds stacked like shelves above

and I stand here feeling as if a blanket has found me,

light and soft and perfectly colored

suited to the whimsical mood and emotion,

in this place I close the door gently behind me

with a bag in hand

I move forward to escape to the blue room

where my words will join the rest

sentences stacked upon each

eager for eyes to see

content to just be written.

Captured in travel

It came to me then,

Watching the lofted clouds climbing 

Like heavenly stairs rising

Into the blue.

I turned around after hesitating,

Yet something spoke to me

To turn round and go back,

Come to see this vision,

And in gravel road side weeds I stopped,

Vacating the warmth of my metal box

As cars raced by destination unknown.

I stood there 

Eyes filled with the rays that fell

Touching the ground gently,

Just watching silently

The movement,

The way the light hit just the right way,

The perfect way that said

This moment will not come again like this,

Here right now

Overlooking the silent field

Where under summer skies the horses move about

Yet they were strangely absent today,

Perhaps seeking shelter

From the chilling wind

High on this hill.

I watched with peace flowing through my soul,

And capturing the scene

Turned around smiling

Headed for the home

That waited patiently

For my welcome.

  

Morning marriage

He sits and waits among the stars
As her essence shines
She rises slowly above the horizon
And he waits silently,
Beaming.
She wears her veil of fog,
Her misty essence of pastel
Damp and cool she moves forward
Lifting her shroud as she sees him
And the warmth flows through
This morning world.
She reaches out in glory
A light beheld and cherished
He turns and slips away
Follow me he seems to taunt
And she rises up
As he slips away
Becoming one
Some other day
She lives her times
In light and movement
He lives his in darkness
Of space.
Eclipsed in splendor.