In the middle

Dreams play child-like games,
running in circles chasing clover bees
in the waning light between the tower of pines,
laughter is found like a sweet prize.
I see you,
tag you’re it in tiny voices
ripple through the dust of years,
reminding the soul in the deepest places
of things that have become
part of the whole,
creation complete.
A new dawning in sleepwalking minds,
creeping across cool grounds
beneath the electric breeze,
sliding back in effortless moves
to nestle amongst the color
of a glittering life remembered,
I have come to this place
eyes wide open
and arms spread waiting
to embrace the change,
in the middle to touch easily,
all.

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Storm chasing

In the thickest forests,
dreams fill the downy mind
as music plays a symphony-
the windchime concerto.
Staccato drops beat intermittently
on a concrete ocean blue
ripples undulate the depths
as I sit pondering a new and fresher day.
I am but a voyeur
to the coming burst of pleasure,
storm chasing from the rocker
keeping time to the bustle of clouds
caged and secure from the beast
as my fingers find their mark.
Early morning rise to darkness
as distant traffic breaks the silence
cat tiptoes lightly into a sudden streak past-
as heaven overflows its bounds
and jasmine scented air fills me with a sudden need,
to bloom in the gift given
quenched and shaking in joy,
as the lovely day melody
plays through the recorder of my mind.

Early morning rise as the storm settles in to play,
a beautiful good morning to us lifers
who choose to embrace it all,
coffee and raindrops, ah….bliss.

Depth of Silver

Burning below the horizon,
elements of imagined fragments
flicker in a dream disturbed
by the depth of silver-
memories lined with gold
fill my soul.
Wonderous mood of free-flight
carries a soul through the firestorm
and melted edges run smooth
for time heals scars unseen,
and strength stands to see above
the smallest grain of bitterness found.
We walk the standard path
as we follow the lines
on treasure maps of old now seen-
one step forward to a run
into the sun,
and through the deepest heat
we are cooled by the memory
of ice running down in death,
puddles reflecting
yesterday reborn once more.
Dreams can mask truth
and emotion can fuel storms,
yet choosing to see deeper
we can set it aside
and step through lightly
to the other side unscathed.

I thank you dear friends for the wait. My old iPad…my very, very old iPad, could no longer keep up with the times so WP disconnected me due to some security thing they had concern with. Alas, the world runs on 12 and I couldn’t even upgrade to 10. Blessed with a shiny new iPad I am now free to roam the internet WP world once more.

I’m back…..shiny happy iPad works like a dream and my first post on it is in your hands. Have a blessed and beautiful Sunday☀️