Souls Of Color

Leaving the grocery, I was told

I have a beautiful green soul

by the guy with a space

where a tooth should be in place

Then, as the car began to roll

Mumford and Sons sang Away My Soul 

I thought about what all this means

how I guess a soul could  be green

At the movie theater nearby

I was helped by a guy

who, when looking into his eyes

I witnessed the most beautiful green

soul-windows I believe I have seen

So taken was I, I told him so

as he handed me the tickets to go

I then hurried on my way

for it was a special day

where years have passed since our first date

so we had good cause to celebrate

But I’ll be happier still with this fate

if he is truly, my beautiful green soulmate

De-(l)EYE(t)-ment

Our eyes shall delight

at morn’s early light

while trees don their spring greenery

 as a backdrop of gorgeous scenery

 rising sun speckles its shine

to highlight subtle hues divine

amid saturated beauty of floral display

time slows, as we breathe in the day

PreSPRING (inspired by view from window after rain)

Green is the new brown

covering all things bare; the ground

Clear blue, the new grey

dull becomes a bright, shiny day

Buds begin to flower

more color by the hour

The dead, revived

I AM ALIVE

Keeping Your Head When It Falls Over Your Heels

It can start as an ache

or a choke on the intake

It becomes something you make

even, a reason to bake

But it could turn out to be fake

worn with no give, only take

Then havoc will wreak

where, all for its sake

a vital part begins to break

until the day you awake

to the monstrous mistake

and simply, give it the shake

Lightfast

Never searched for the limelight

though I still might

shine

sometimes

like sunshine, warm and bright

or become some starlight

twinkling

eyes blinking

But I choose heartlight

buried, out of sight

 glowing

ever flowing

all day, then like a nightlight

hoping I just might

be a guide

while I reside

to set things upright

in love’s true light

its ways divine

not silver, not golden, nor lime

just true, and pure white

 

No (grey) Matter

It’s a mind game; it’s in our minds

Yet we’re fool enough

to blame it on another part

It’s not about feelings; it’s choice

that drags out the beatings

of our brainless hearts

 

Love’s Growing Refrain

we wait as you grow

watching, waiting

for the seeds you’ll sow

waiting, watching

it is what we chose

watching, waiting

so this story goes

waiting, watching

at times it seems slow

watching, waiting

we weep like the willow

waiting, watching

but somehow we know

watching, waiting

our love will echo

waiting, watching

in your tomorrow