Moonshine floods the forest floor.
Illuminated snow hides behind the trees.
New life stirs beneath a blanket of leaves and
Peace is born once more.
Category: poetry
Liquid in Your Soul
Your hands caress me as
Your heart unfolds my very being.
I am worse than putty in your hands –
I am liquid in your soul.
Take care,
You may drown in me.
Light and Dark
Light and dark,
The contrast is shocking.
Shockingly beautiful and
Undeniably alive!
Gaia Knows
My tear drops fall hidden in the rain.
No one sees, no one knows,
But Gaia knows.
She takes my tears and turns them into the elixir of life.
She lets nothing, and no one go to waste.
Love Lies Hidden
Soul deep sorrow
Holds me down.
My thoughts run wild while
Passion seduces completely and
Love lies hidden and afraid.
Words
I deal in words.
Words are cheap.
Saying things doesn’t make them real.
Words can mislead, lie, and twist the truth.
Words were never meant to be taken literally.
Take Care
There is peace in my body,
Light in my eyes,
Love in my heart, and
You in my soul.
I am an interesting mixture of
Timelessness and words.
Hold me close and I will enlighten you,
Love me deeply and I will give you heaven,
Hurt me and your thoughts of me will stain your soul
Forever, so, take care and
Be mindful of how you hold me.
Winter Loneliness
Stars swirl in a midnight sky as
The forest tiptoes through darkness,
Aware only of itself.
The owls have returned.
Their voices in chorus give life to the darkness.
A fox barks back to them in welcome,
His winter loneliness forgotten.
(4/7/16)
Silent April Snow
The early spring silent snow
Fits my mood.
It is a white dusting of truth
Accentuating every little branch and twig,
Making every little lie all the more obvious.
The silence into which the April snow is falling
Seeps through my eyes and into my heart
As if to smother and quiet its
Telltale beats.
It comes as blessing and a curse by
Prolonging the inevitable with maybe that one last chance.
But I know the sun will come out and
It will all be just a memory …
Once again.
All I Had
It was just a game,
But it was all we had.
The rules were written as we went along.
He lead, I followed.
Everything changed from week to week
But always stayed the same.
The music played to fit the game and
Players changed with the tunes.
I never doubted in the moment,
Only in the absence, and it seemed to always be the time of absence.
The reality of the missing would come to me
Before the leaving.
I would rest my head on his chest
Listening to his heartbeat.
I would try to hold him inside me, all of him,
In each fleeting moment and then he was gone.
Once again reality would return to embrace the void, and
The long anticipated fulfillment became just another memory.
Then came the waiting for his
Footsteps on the wooden porch,
The rattling of the outer door,
And the bells ringing on the inside.
I knew it was just a game, his game,
But it was all I had.
(originally posted 3/17/17)
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