Saturday, August 29, 2015

Depth...

The depth of never sends what we all hope to turn a blind eye to
Love tells all that nature builds, grows....remarkable
When learning about what is possible, the mind roots
Eyes can choose to see or blink then wonder underneath

There is  wisdom where we walk
Take life in hand, clasp and discover....feet move in all directions...direct them...
Balance, moon and shooting stars...land on a new planet, one where legions dreamed on..that begins anew....

On return, should this be, as the old world comes home, the tiresome journey is worth task....its rewarding with the rhythm knowledge brings, and every call returns a voice...familiar and inviting....the love once known...

Monday, August 3, 2015

rhythms poet



to capture, every glance of breath
to breath, that which has left
to waltz a last very labored and awkward step
to wander paths less kept
to trickle down the words off tongue
to love, to give, to believe in happiness......
endless...are tides....rise and  size the world for your longing......tomorrow wings just that, along....love and belong where vacancy spills for you.....