Rising from the depths,
we reach to touch the self set free
in the throes of a sudden joy,
we find belief in the unknown that lays beyond.

Beneath a gentle morning light
we wander step by step
keeping pace with times demands
we settle into the soothing flow.

Effortless is the moment
that we set aside our small demands
and allow the greatness to flow
into our hands in gratitude.


We catch the stars like fireflies

caught in jars of our mind,

flickering against glass

and the tiny points of lights

left as a memory

to remind us of something we knew,

that we had tried to capture

often best zipping across the landscape

of the night sky so high.

We watch in awe as days pass us by

feeling so small in the depths of it all

and the moon lingers come dawn

hanging on long enough to touch the rays of sun

and we look away for a moment

returning to find it now gone

sitting on hillsides in our memories

the peace of the darkness lulls us forward

to dream once more of days of tomorrow

and new years to wait on

as the clock winds perpetually on

in our cosmic mind swirl of bliss

we settle in and become one

with this moment

and eager still for the next to come.

Perhaps it was

I heard your voice calling,
the sullen dreams of youth whispering
as fires raged while you stood tall,
so dark in your stance
head layed back like you were capturing
the essence of ashes,
or perhaps it was the winds of change
coursing around you as you broke free
in your darkness
the shallowness of escape
wasn’t to be all that remained.
We rode the storm of night winds
that tore like banshees through bended trees,
each snapped branch creating a melody
of crystal ships broken
in pieces and shards
drifting down to the bottom
of an endless dream.
Eyes that saw it all,
that knew each memory of pain and loss
choosingto move it all together into a final storm.
and then gone you moved it all
with the flick of your beautiful hand
and we stood there in the desert,
covered with red dust and lost in an empty place,
till I awoke
and you were gone,
my ears ringing with sweet words
as the rain fell silently down.
Perhaps it was a piece of you,
energy through time and space
and the longing to hear the rhythm
of a long ago ghost
lost at the end,
finding a soul open to hear
your haunting words,
come closer here to me.