Clay

I am the texture worn

Through trials and dreams

Thoughts and schemes

Just adding water

To blend myself into something

Whatever strikes the mood

I become curved and rounded

By the words I create and live

Adding and spackling the spaces

Where I feel the need to cover

The shadows in light.
We are a piece of a star that fell in the future 

or a speck of bone

From yesterday’s rib,

Fluid and not always observed

In the entirety of what we have yet to become,

Spinning round on this world

Where we are created from the same pieces

Of earth and stone ground down

Then adding more water

In the loving hands of the master

Become more and more of ourselves

Made beautiful and grand

Elegant pieces carved,

Yet always worth more when left

Unfired to be something new tomorrow,

A never ending stream of everything,

A piece of clay molded into our souls desire,

A piece of art worthy of museums,

Yet happier below blue skies

And rain that falls

Puddling us into

Yet a new self.

  

Essence in a drop

Each drop of emotion falls
onto the surface whole
round and complete within itself
wrapped in the essence
of all it is.
Energy flows through
conducted power passing
in waves of a hundred thousand more
feelings and thoughts
and questions that never cease
to be still.
I feel through the distance
the currents of words spent
like dollars at the human bazaar
filled with colors unexplainable
and of love imagined and felt
like a touch in the night
reaching out to see
if you are there
and real.
The depths unfathomable go blue to black
as the light trickles in to manifest
the life that teems below
silently watching the moment unfold
as moon so full shines down
the stream moves
meandering through rock formed
long before the time
of this thought
and the creation cocooned within
calling to the universe
give no quarter to that
which stands to block this power
let it through to breathe,
let it be
its essence
of a whole.