post card from spain
i originally came
to study flamenco

25 years ago..still here then..
with the grace of the gods
and friends

some call sparrows
graceful and loving
faith and love to them..

but settled on cats
rats and carcassi..
some old old

melody..
wrote poetry
a canadian..

Unsee, unlearn, let go.
Listen to their untrue laughter, then
walk away.
Unsee their eyes,
unlearn their feelings,
clear your mind, and
just focus on your dreams,
'cause their untrue laughter
won't help you sleep.

A white feather bird,
Sitting on my grill,
Under the quiet moon,
As the world stands still.

It tilts its head,
Eyes dark yet bright,
Speaking in silence,
In the hush of the night.

"Why are you sad?"
It asks with a sigh,
"Are you afraid?"
As stars fill the sky.

"What do you want?"
Its voice lingers near,
"Is it difficult?"
Soft, yet so clear.

I stare at the bird,
Yet words do not flow,
For how do I answer,
What I barely know?

I wandered through fields of golden light,
Chasing dreams beneath the amber sky.
Hope fluttered in the cooling breeze.
I reached toward fading stars.
Night whispered to me.
Silence held on.
Time dissolved.
I breathed.
Alone.
Gone.