Silence
I know her
like the back
of my hand
an eyebrow
under a cross
of ashes
the cloud
I followed
for so long
now I listen
on lone walks
for the song
of stones
beneath the creek
I once called
home sometime
so long ago
I can't remember
why I ever listened
to her at all.

As I lie in bed,
Flat on my back;
I think of life in a kaleidoscope setting
Colorful, plentiful and carefully chosen
My daily worries about my Future endeavors

I became the silence of the lamb character for a nanosecond
Politician and political threats in Washington DC
still debating: some silently *******

Women holding up signs teasing the president’s daughter
Old men gazing at her pretty face with drooling ****** emoji

Thinking out loud, about the " if only"

As I lie in bed,
Flat on my back; thinking
is 2017 the year of critical thinking?

wind has returned an old friend
has much to say
a lumpy battering ram
yet makes you feel snug
the silver within the grey

wind, old friend
can blow for hours and days
wild and free, just passing through
touches every part, sea, sky, Earth
fills lungs, with fresh sweet, sweet, air.

a point of departure
is goodbye

a door opens
and shuts

but memory
cannot be denied

so make your memories
good and wholesome

and forgive yourself
the painful ones.

when forgiveness is a universal freedom
what have you got to lose
by entering the eternal absolute.