The drifting mind

The serenity before storms,
edges tinged with the hope
of beautiful days beneath beckoning skies,
drifting in thought to the wisest words
as we float on the waves of this life.
Where do we go
turning inwards to face the fear
and the thousand nameless eyes that see,
do we truly hear the whispers imagined,
the taunt of the crowd as we stand on the precipice
and stare into the abyss of self
wondering how it became,
how this ocean of everything grew so deep.
We close our eyes and dive in
trusting the calm of our sanctified heart
buoying us upward into the freshness of air
and the simple sound of laughter heard from somewhere within.
To know we float on the top
like thick cream bubbling with effort,
when we stopped to just be
we were carried away to this place
that we had unknowingly searched for,
and damning the eyes that stare endlessly
with the vacancy of a run down motel,
falling apart at the seams
the ruin of time and elements
we are unable to save but ourselves
and free the mind of the terror
and the will that stands strong to endure
for another day is breaching the horizon
and a song plays melodies in my thoughts,
traveling down the desolate highway
we float on the oasis of our dreams
and with a tattered copy of words
penned a century ago yet still felt so true,
set free we follow the piper
to the tribe that waits beyond the stars,
where a simple truth heals.

Edges of existence

In between days
months and years passing
in the blink of an eye
lost in the gazing
of an artists sky.
Hollow pockets keep secrets
move along in the current
as tides take me far and wide
yet something always pulls
the mind adrift in bliss
floating on the edges of existence.
Where do we go
as we gather dreams like wildflowers
plucking the beauty of color
and pressing between pages
the pristine blossom
that is life,
and do we forget then
as it moves from hand to hand
found in another place and time
by a stranger never met
as we look deeply into the eyes,
feeling the grief held
within the deepest pools
do we but connect for just one second,
moments that course through the everyday
and we watch knowing
a kindred soul has swept in
like rippled skies for our eyes to feast
on the gentleness
and we feel the pleasure in the silence
between words not needed
like a lyric penned
and sung in hymn to the universe
that connected us with the gift
of that place
on the edge
of sweetness.

Blue ripples

We kick our feet about,
splashing through this thing called life
blue skies and oceans deep
with sun rays beaming through morning clouds,
we live the almost same moments
with each rising morn,
breathing in the air
and slipping invisible gratitude notes
into the thick fogged air.
We smile at the little things,
seeing new and old sights as we pass on by
sometimes registering the images
yet often lost in wandering thoughts
floating on a mind of waking.
It is here we can come to be
happy or sad
never knowing where the day may take us,
we strive to stand tall,
to do good,
to share some joy and love
with those with empty pockets and hearts,
we feel our lives keeping tempo
with the feet that move through each second
and carry us forward into another new hour
blessed by the sights, sounds, and scents
of this place we call home,
and of the soul we feed with life.