Category: hope


Dream Check

Last night I saw you flying

along a silvery moon beam

as I was busy tying

the loose ends of a dream

You appeared so completely free

portraying not a single care

I watched you soar above the tallest trees

wind blowing through your golden hair

The hands of time stood still

but yours spread gently with grace

While gliding down valleys and over hills

a radiant smile just covered your face

I felt a longing inside my chest

which pulled and tugged with all its might

It seemed a persistent unspoken request

to join you in your night’s delight

I couldn’t push the desire away

when all lately, cut deeper than a knife

so I accepted without the slightest delay

and flew into this dream of a conscious subconscious life

 

 

 

 

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I would knead the unswallowed lumps back down

til’ our knitted brows lay smooth again

together we could untie the knots tangled in our guts

so our chests might be refilled with sparkling new treasures

Then, when unexpected wings burst from our lightened backs

we’ll  know that sweet whispering wind is not far behind

just waiting, to lift us skyward

 

Someday I’ll no longer be tethered

like the little blonde girl with purse of red patent leather

when someone like you stole all

her young heart’s most-valued treasures

Untethered, if ever that relentless storm

again, crashes down unmeasured

And although I’ve grown only

a small set of feathers

I now know, they are built to repel

all manner of hell; doing it really, really well

 Still stronger, they’ll grow

preparing for a case of the never-say-never

when they will lift me up

to fly freely through, any type of inclement weather

 

 

Open the windows of your shuttered mind

to the unencumbered breeze of fresh thought

Let it gently spread; swirling through half-opened

doors into darkened corners to remove

 the stale, stagnant, settled dust of the past

 allowing for very good use of the space

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I am the sum of my parts

I am part of the sum

 enlarged heart

I am a speck of sand

I am as vast as the ocean

two open hands

I am too lost to find

I am in your eyes

small mind

I am all

I am nothing

humble soul

I am you

 

 

 

 

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Here am I; I have arrived

In this moment I am alive

There is no next, or one before

I am the open door

I watch, I hear the falling rain

There is no pain; no need for gain

Who am I; I take my bow

I am; my name is Now

 

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Down on calloused knees

pulling weeds from an overgrown heart

many resist, their roots so deep

but “tut tut it looks like rain” will start

If it pours awhile, becoming a contender

perhaps the caked soil will soften

to aid removal of the worst offenders

which trail underneath, so often

Pour down, pour down

ease this relentless toil

wash clean the ground

lessen the inner turmoil

Eyes wet beneath the hat’s dry brim

more clearing left to do

 heart soaked through my skin

 I begin anew