To cast away them old anxieties
I stringently hold my course
Turning away from mystic deities
I only focus on the source
The spirit forms to fit
A reality that refuses to bend
And questions of our existence
Are blown by perpetual winds
Who can really say beyond a doubt
If we’re temporal or we’re permanent
No scientific experiment
Could ever positively determine it
And as we strive to understand
Just why the hell we’re here
We’re distracted by the cosmos
And the music of the spheres
When the winds die down
and the light through the trees
throws ghosts against the walls
of your empty, empty room,
remember, please, a smiling me.
My burnished white teeth
and cherried gums from chewing
salted taffies and sugary sweets
will unceasingly scuttle back
beneath your bed sheets
to nibble at your coming.
And the bees will persist
in burrowing their hives
in the depths of my flower box
until late, late fall
because they can't let go.
My eyes probe the mist where it clings to to mountains.
The mountains who stand tall and strong
Who grow darker as they rise Shadows.
They're pitted against the sharp vibrant sky
That surrounds them, vast, blue, mysterious.
I linger over the glassy river surface
That reflects the cotton clouds
And the dark, haunting mountains
And their huge blue groundskeeper
The river winds and winds,
A great thriving knot,
That sinks and weaves
Level with the earth
Equal in grandness
Acts as home to all
All who breath air
All who drink and sleep.
Those who gaze up at towers of green
When the sun is high and summer abroad
They chatter and gather and hunt
They roll in beds of fuzzy moss
To give life to others
To leave when it's time
I reach, I stretch
My fingers strain
To go there
So close, so close
My hands hit the glass.
The jerk jumps the frame.
the earth is awakening
in warm quiet winds
as the sky welcomes soft rains
giving life to hibernating foliage
the earth is blossoming
in leaves in flowers in birdsong
swaying opening soaring
reaching towards the infant sun
the earth is laughing
in greens in yellows in pinks
in rainbows after rain
in wet pavement beneath dancing feet
the earth is dancing
in the swaying of branches
and children on swings
perfectly content that it is spring
I wanted to lay for awhile
in the incomprehensible darkness,
eyes needling all the things
which they could not see.
I'd imagine I was on Mercury,
where the hot, hot sun turned the ore
to slag rivers which carved up the surface
now the miasma of heat roams
the barren hilltops and plains
for there is nothing left to consume.
weighted down and cooking me,
hotter even than Mercury,
where I'd watch the lightening play
across the saffron sky,
from the calderas of spent volcanos.
where I lay awake in the night,
digging up fossils,
searching for memories in the broken rock
and bloody soil
Olympus looming in the distance.
where my heart would break,
amid all the thunder
shouting itself against the gales
There is Ganymede,
silent above the endless storm
floating in the shadow
of those celestial rings
where Titan guards over them
ready for thieves in the darkness
where there are oceans of liquid diamond
through the alternating
decades long days and nights.
beneath the sky so blue
and torn apart by the winds
over the burning ice.
Or lonely Pluto,
where I'd forget myself,
there in the dark.
A breezy afternoon
Winds blowing my brown hair
And the sun shining in my blue eyes
A wave of nostalgia washes over me
Alone on the shore
With a lone lighthouse
And silhouetted palm trees
Which seem to touch the sunset
Of golden and of orange
The lullaby of waves
Sing to me
My aching soul
With salty breezes
And sandy shores
Footprints in the sand
Leading to island adventures
And to ocean treasures
Buried under the ocean's waves
Happily enjoying their island freedom
And their beautiful dreams come true
To be galloping on the shores
And feeling the cool sand
Oh, how I wish
I could stay here...
You are the only person I would suffer for,
From the winds of shame through the clouds of pain
From the ocean of tears through the sands of fear
From the mountains of hate through the rocks of fate
You are the only person I would suffer for
A thousand winds blow through a tree
a tree that is left with old memories
a tree that was once so beautiful and bright
is now living with a constant fight
as spidery moss balls suffocate branches
limiting life that was once full of chances
roots that promised their way deep into the ground
leaving only the soft quiet sound
of the leaves that were once such a sight
falling to the freezing ground on this dreadful night
leaving it's mark within this place
hoping one day to feel the embrace
of springs winds and gentle rains
coaxing it leaves that come again.
Summer winds are beginning to stir
salt and sea fill the breeze,
and the ocean is calling.
Our relationship stands on shifting sands
I need a walk on the beach.
Suitcase has been packed
a few days now,
and I'm latching it closed today.
Leaving my key
to take that walk on the beach.
open up your window let the winds of change come forth in this whirlwind of a birth
feel the labour pains even though it hurts, let those in chains be free let them be
hold the child with ease feel feel the softness of the breeze