In the dark, I see you.
I see your room, dim and weird. Unusual artifacts from an unusual archeologist, digging through the sediment of life, littering shelves.
I see your face, framed by loose hairs from a lazy bun, all over a poorly fitting hoodie.
I see your hands, more aged than I remember, with your various rings, punctuating the oddities of your personality, acquired over a life strangely lived.
I see your tattoos, a reflection of choices and things believed at one point or another. People who influenced, and ideas that crept into prominence. I don't like tattoos, but they are like stained glass windows, and I can see their beauty, as you shine through them.
I see your car, on a mountain road. I can hear you loudly proclaim, expressions of grief, and through them, expressions of relief. A venting process, an opportunity to raise your voice and yell! To shake a stick at God, not knowing if he sees you, but knowing that I do.
I can see the three days we spent together lined up in a row, like photographs in a reel. A moment at the University, holding my hand, and my ever so subtle embarrassment at the notion. A prolonged eye contact over coffee that's not that great, but servicable as a context for deep conversation. A long phone call, after a short text, after a long time, from a short lived love.
I can see your eyes, looking back at me, wondering what I see in you. In their reflection, I think the same. I can see the shape, and the eye-shadow, applied meticulously or perhaps lazily, I'm not sure.
I can smell the lotion you use, I guess it's the same you've always used. It takes me back to hiking short hikes in non hiking county, sitting over an ugly creek on an old rusted pipe. Yet in those moments the world could not have been any more beautiful.
I can feel your hair in my hands, a soothing motion, attempting to smooth the notion, the conversation, that was ugly and disgraceful, but necessary.
I know in my heart , what you mean to me. I know that I love you, and feel no shame at saying as much.
Around you, I am free. My soul bared, I melt on to you, and carbonize, like sugar burning in a pan. How stuck I have become.
"Let a pan sit in warm water with some dish soap, before using the rough side of a sponge to remove stubborn food and stains."
Some cleaning advice from me to you.
In the dark, I see you. You glitter like the stars. In the distance, you dance in perfect harmony.
But like every astronomer, I too must accept, no matter how much I love the stars, I cannot go to them.
I watch, through my telescope of memory, where only in the dark, can I see you
Mar 21, 2023
Mar 21, 2023 at 5:00 AM UTC
I was a fish, before a man
The ocean was my home
I walk, where once I swam
At the edge of the sea foam
I walk next to the shoreline
Next to bending, bowing
Blue daisies in a jagged line
Sea winds overhead howling
I was a fish, before all this
In seaweed hidden caves
Unaware of the ocean mists
And the beauty of the days
I was stolen by a kind hand
From spinning dark and salt
To dry out, reeling on the sand
As my world came to a halt
Still, here I walk, on this beach
With visions of the seafloor
This world, is out of my reach
As is the sunlight that I adore
Soon, I'll be a fish again
Waiting silent in the shade
Yet, I will continue until then
To walk as man, as I was made
Sep 4, 2021
Sep 4, 2021 at 4:35 AM UTC
The wind rushes by
With an unseen push
Of an untouched sound
In the dark December sky
The trees speak to me
In the cold raking air
Branches outstretched
Like fingers through hair
Yet I do not understand
What it is they try to say
But I find littered leaves
Evidence, found in day
The wind yet pushes by
A pressure on the soul
To whisper long lost secrets
Trapped in a currents pull
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 3:29 AM UTC
Fog settles slow
On cold mornings
The suns gentle glow
Gives no forewarning
The day shines
Meeting the dew
Rays among pines
Start again anew
Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 5:30 AM UTC
The crest of the wave
Moves silent in the night
Beneath a moon that knows
Each year that comes and goes
Takes us farther from the light
The saline mist of a churning sea
Leaves tears that fall in long runs
Scarring the rocks temporarily
As water dries beneath the sun
To start again in the new day
Once more be washed away
Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 1:46 AM UTC
Life is a dream
Framed by darkness
There is no way I wish to be
But like bird, leaf, or tree
The root digs without an aim
I want to be empty all the same
In this night that never ends
To be the branch that bends
In gentle northern winds
Beneath an ever still moon
I fall in ever greater ruin
I want to be empty
And aimless
Oh but to make life
Frameless
Oct 5, 2020
Oct 5, 2020 at 4:29 AM UTC
In the densest fogs
Wander morning birds
Between the trees, evergreen
Yet ever unseen
You can hear the croak of frogs
Their own amphibian words
The day crests high
Light fills the leaves
Glowing green among the gold
As seen from below, but not above
Until then comes the night
And the world then goes to sleep
To wonder if the sun will rise
Once more for different eyes
Or if the same will see
The lovely forest green
Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 6:13 AM UTC
In the winter winds
the sun ascends
and then descends
as the day then ends
The sum of which
is not so clear
as winter winds blow
as will continue to go
The passing of days
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 3:17 AM UTC
In a field
a flower bends
Where winter starts
And summer ends
In the push
Of northern winds
Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 6:35 AM UTC
The winter comes
Blue bird branch
Singing clear
The air is colder
But very clear
The song carries
The earth is frozen
Blue bird branches
Brittle but there
Snow falls now
The woods so bright
Like tiny diamonds
Oh but yet to hear
The oh so near
Blue bird ballad
In the coming spring
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 4:59 AM UTC