Translucent Moments

Three a.m. tick-tock mind

through dreams she moves

and in silence she wakes,

listening to the beat

of a universe vibration.

Crystal girl hanging

in the space of a breath,

she slips into the chill

of a pre-morning calling,

wake, wake gentle spirit,

the time to rise has come.

Whispered prayers of a new day born,

as the crescent hangs high,

a smile dancing on wisps of clouds

she gazes and giggles

at the frivolity of her moods,

and sings her silent song of praise.

Letting go is the new translucent moment,

and in her wake she leaves

fractured particulate of sparkles,

glinting like diamonds and quartz,

held close to her heart

she is reborn again in an image

she remembers from the ghosts of the crones

who came before time began.

Listen, she says with a nod,

they know the way forward…

and she follows with a grateful heart.

Moving into the day on light steps

she dances in the darkness of the now,

comforted in her strength

she rises and knows

all is well in her world.

Drifted dream

We swallowed the moon
in dreams of sickness,
feeling the movement
as it slipped down lower
into the starving pit of emptiness
growing cold in the blue.
Sweat runs like rain on summer days
as the sun brands bodies
with the tattoo of red,
seeking relief we drifted to the edge
and held on tight
to stay above the fray.
Amongst the stars
scattered like sugar drops on black,
sprinkled to and for by the careless hand,
like unexpected words found
cold and sharp, ever bright
as it finds its mark in the darkness,
slipping away unsure,
we all fall down.

Selections of memory

Slipping through the grains of moments
the seconds stripped of times demand,
we move through thoughts that carry knowledge
in the channel of movement
we watch and remember.

Selections of memory rise on water
and bob on waves of dreams of now,
floating deaf we hear the heartbeat
as peace gathers us close
we drown on bliss.

Chained by the hours we pull with might
to escape in the time where stars do play,
and standing below we watch and wonder
where the road or next chapter lay
as we gather words and form the stories,
tales we tell to see us through.

Unfolding forms of a minds creation
page by page we lose ourselves
in blanket forts with flashlights watch
the black and white force
of a memory unleashed.

Poetic thoughts running amok, good morning my friends and have a peaceful and blessed day. K