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
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.


Wildness of clouds

Skies live in eager states
ever changing form.
As we gaze into the depths
seeing all we could imagine,
we are left wonderous
not knowing quite how it eclipses our hopes.
Dreams become realized
with the sincerest form of joy and bliss,
with just a look above,
Who do we become?
Our journey taking us forward
deeper into realms realized,
we gaze at the mirror
seeing unfamiliar selves,
looking back in the deeper state,
we step into the new form
finding the comfort spot
we tuck in gently
becoming familiar with this new skin,
ever aware of the fit.
We are in the throes,
becoming for a moment
something new and unique
almost a doppelganger of the cloud forms we see,
stormy or calm
it matters not
for now we drift on the winds
the keepers of our tomorrows,
all we imagine
all that we can be.

Another day at work, written on lunch break and hoping it brings inspiration where needed, as the clouds of late here in sunny/cloudy FL are always a source of inspiration. Peace and blessings to all who continue to stop by, and those just passing through, I gift these words to you💜