you came
for the second time
as a breath in the night
a whiff of you wafted
i sniffed it strongly
and awoke me
i lost it and the story
in between slumber and reality
and in the morning forgotten
as we do in dreams
i, in this space, longing
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 1:14 PM UTC
settling on the ground
blanketing my path
in a fiery guise
are the leaves of the sun
a scarlet and gold collage
on a sombre path
renders mirth
amidst november chill
these vibrant hues
dance before me
as i tread on the path of gold
the leaves of the sun
though hushed and still
croon the sweetest of songs
of rising and rebirth
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 10:18 AM UTC
appreciative
of this brief lull
in my engaging life
something i don’t get so often
i cling to this moment
and turn silence inward
letting my thoughts go
by itself
dropping my mind
and just listen
to the quiet splendor
around me
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 10:17 AM UTC
let me dwell in dreams and search my soul in the stealth of the night
let me lay my mind to rest and release my worries and fright
in silence I can ease my fears and gratify my pride
and wallow within a gentle charm until the dawn abides
let me soar above the peaked mountain abreast with eagles
and admire the pristine splendor visible before my eyes
while sunlight bathe my skin with soothing warmth of life
let my broad wings fortify God’s work from unending strife
let me endure blissfulness in a vivid, willowy stream
in a world of confusion where happiness ceases to gleam
and in my quest for peace I wish for that enduring power
so that I may reach the horizon where future is brighter
let my visions capture images that are blind to humans
or hear even the faintest clamor of newly born infants
let me feel a heart beating from a body bereft of breath
so I can deliver playful dreams instead of ugly death
let my existence be complete and infinite in all days
with all understanding that is worthy of honest praise
let the warmth of life be felt in every whispered breath
until my journey ends in a dark unreachable depth.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 10:22 AM UTC
winter in its final breath
crackling hoarfrost perceived no more
dares spring rain to yield creation
like needlepoints on the window
running cold
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 10:20 AM UTC