Swim

Songs unite the front,
standing at the edge of the mind
taking that step forward
when told to remain,
lost souls swim to the surface
in this make-believe world.
Surreal hues mark the place
floating in the moments
we take care of the minutes
like a meeting of the minds,
ticking soundless and forgotten
for if we cannot hear the beat,
we cannot dance to the tune.
In these places I find the comfort
threads of words drift
cutting the core to the quick,
and rising to take the bait
we fall down once more
to the hard ground that calls
for the soul to sit a spell
and remember the importance
of a silent meditation,
how it soothes and heals
the broken,
how it patches together the colors
to make rainbows
after rain.

Round

We watch the turning,
life in its endless motion
like a lazy river that slips past
a sensuous curving,
the only image of being alive-
a snake in the grass,
beautiful but perhaps deadly
and we step carefully,
treading the landscape on tip toe
for creatures lurk in beautiful places
and time waits for no one
as we drift through turnstiles
on our way to tomorrow.
Skies lay sweet and soft ahead,
yet rear-view shows the darkness
left behind as we race forward,
they say there is no looking back
yet it always seeks to find
the unsuspecting mind
as it whiles away the minutes,
the time,
and the sip of water splashes
on the skin and falls down
where gravity steals it away
to puddle on the fresh clean floor,
but she’s not there anymore
in those spaces where she played
for she has gone searching
for that poet on the mountain
and the storm stares knowing
that she will come,
returning to that place she’d heard of,
where the stars stood at attention
like a million fireflies
on hot summer days,
calling her name they feel her spirit,
and I remember the smile
as she said goodbye for now
never knowing if this is the time
that day she left
so many years ago,
but it feels like yesterday
and I can’t stop thinking back
’cause it always finds its mark,
straight arrow in a crooked world
lit by the song of a stuck CD,
waiting still
for me.

Stream of conscious prose, and apologies for my absence. My mind is everywhere and nowhere these days so I slip into the lazy mode and escape in childish ways, but dreams always lead me back to words that need to fall out of that expansive space of lint, so if it makes no sense, I understand…

…I’m still pondering it myself 🙂

Edges of a world

We move gingerly down the trodden path
step by step
forward motion as eyes only see
the horizon beyond the dream.
Heartless faces gather
in fevered whispers showing no sign
of lips moving
and perhaps it is only the thought
displayed like billboards on ugly faces
that makes the feet move on
just a bit quicker
with no turning back to hear
or see
that which has nothing to do
with me.
Smiling tigers can only kill
if you let them close enough to touch,
so we sidestep into the ether
to drift above the fray of violence
and the sadness that hangs like clouds,
heavy and falling down upon us
and the distance that shows promise
with its meager light glowing,
yet it is still a beam that can be seen
as if waiting for the journey
to come to the end,
to open the door at the stop in the road
and fall into the paradise
of laughter and love,
where light never stops
as long as we let it shine on
within our hearts.
Let the tigers pace their world
for I have found the wings
of a blue butterfly that flirts
with the sweetness of scarlet flowers
and I feel it sway in the soft breeze
as it’s carried beyond view,
I think to myself if only for a moment
wait,
let me come along too,
over the tree and far away
to bounce about on clouds above
wild and free
if only it could be.