Quiescent,
You're glaring
At, nebulous presence.
Face to face,
You want me to,
“Be your host?”

A reflection casts its gaze
Gently harrowing
Into, Soul.

Such a gracious ghost...

Submerged in the undertow, now;
Seaweed tangling around ankles deep,
To fight or give up the need to breathe?

So you sink.
So you sink.
So you sink.

Facing the mirror,
Sitting there
On a dusty, antique chair.
Disappearing each day;
Before we know it,
Time has passed away.

“They” say to “Live in the moment.”
What are we waiting for?

Maybe this,                 is it.

Her lips
Touch paper cup,
To form paper cut.
Reach
For First aid kit
Fast,
Forewarning.

As the blood
Runs down,
To form lava flow,
It glistens
With crimson glow,
She feels alive.

Sun dances down
To nightfall.
A storm simmers,
Pressure before
Kettle boils, over.
Rapidly low-lit
Linear outline,
Reignites
Lightning bolt.
Downpour wet,
Opposing silence,
Crashing sounds
Resound,
Not quiet.
Take shelter quick.
Winged dove,
Flies from a
Symbolic hand in glove,  
No need to fight this.
It's Life Force.

Ever sit up straight,
Deep Am, but you’re
Not dreaming,
Anymore?

To wake in a state,
Where you question,
Existence,
All of it.

Dream state, wide awake, heartbeat, breathe deep, drift to sleep.

Maybe I haven’t met you yet.
You are my beach.
A happy spot, bringing only cloudless thoughts.
A relaxing stretch that melts away the dark.
Two piña coladas, umbrella, towel, and endless sun.
You are my beach.
To dream is fun.

Remembering
Beautiful days;
So perfectly imperfect.
Pomegranate stains
On white fabric.
Digging for worms,
The smell of earth.
Rug burned knees,
Sliding fast on wet grass.
Sticky, melted ice cream;
Vanilla bean and sherbet drip.
Sunburned skin so angry,
Don't touch and irritate it.
Buried messages in bottles,
Thinking one day someone
Would find them.

Ink. to page,
Splatter,
Scattered,
Matter.

Missing ink?
In this pen.
You stare
Around the room.
Who to ask,
Who to reach
Out to?
Intrusively
Overcome,
Invisibly,
These manifestations
Fester,
Constantly.

Ink running
Down an edge,
Staining
The floor.

no dot for the “i.”

no words for the page.

they refuse to form today.

There is something
Hiding beneath this skin;
Oh, under it, so far below’
To atoms and molecules,
Flying around inside us.

I guess we’re the deep thinkers,
Senseless dreamers in love with ideals?

We are ideas ourselves,
Just try to catch us; don’t put us in jars; please.
No one has ever
Fully grasped us.

The thing is,
All I ever wanted to be was the one;
But, all I’ve ever found is,
They wanted others.

An idea.

We could be,
Free.
Frozen over,
A Phoenix  
Lights a fire
Underneath
This snow;
And, I know
This isn’t
Reality;
Don’t we
All see,
It differently?

Nothing is real unless it’s in front our faces, in this physical space?

Perhaps,
We all live
In
This
Perfect…
Fantasy (Of the mind),

Unending.

I’ve come to know
That this much is true…
I am a living ghost,
Weighted by
Invisible rusty, chains
And cursed as if
Crossing over
To another life;
Walking through
The city near the old hospital;
Crossing the street,
Something feels
So, familiar here.
As if a portal,
Only I can see;
But, to where?
It draws me near.
Moving forward, falling back, moving forward, falling back;
A pendulum swings between both eyes,
Hypnotically.
Small glimpses of heaven
Brought to life in this one;
I chose to separate from it;
Yet, it will always
Be there waiting
If I make the choice
To give my entirety to
The spiritual side.

I am human and flawed though.
I am scarred a sinner.
I am holding heaven while creating Winter.

Horizontal lapses happenstance in the open.
A reflection present when motionless- inviting, welcoming.
Stopping, for seconds passing, to be stoic, calm breathing.
Haunting in the most pleasant ways, senses reckoning.
Daylight Beckoning.
Visiting, clear picture, subconscious revisiting, silence, closing in.
There’s an opening; rectangular door; wooden; lit with a warm glow.
Closed with a Smile. The rest not confiding.
No longer hiding.
This is a place like no other.
This is a safe corridor (We created it).
Closing one door,
To lead to another.
Closing one door,
To lead to another.
Ending here to begin,
As if there never was
"Before."

Rays
Embellish
Ancient
Statues
That lay
To rest,
Upon
These
Legs—
Strong;
Secure;
A Fortress,
Standing
Stable.

Dust
Off
The Wooden
Table,
Soon.

To see with clear vision.

When here
In "Poetry Land,"
I am traveling
To distant worlds
Of the imagination
Unending,
Mystical and Exotic.

When here
In the "Real World,"
I am a single, childless
Woman.
Mid-thirties;
Two cats.
Misunderstood,
Unconventional.

I lost my glasses
This morning.
Suddenly I'm back
In highschool,
"In my mind."
Remembering all
The times
I taped them;
Tried many types:
Scotch, Masking, Packing.

Luckily, In my adult life
I'm now prepared.

I dig under my bed
For my "back-up pair."

Checked every corner
Of my small studio
To find that my spectacles,
Just like lost socks,
Have vanished
To Neverland.

Darkened Star—
Goodbye.

Nothing to fear,
Only dim sparks
That fly
High;
Etched
In twilight drenched remnants of minutes and space
Connecting past the universe’s face.

Darkened Star,
You’re no longer,
In sight.

No need
To fear;
Light encumbered under the warmth
Of a full heart reaching beyond a blind man’s dart.

Darkened Star,
Goodbye.

No one really knows,
Where we go.
No matter how strong,
Together,
And reinforced 
We try to be;
There is 
A force we can't control:
Fragility. 

So,
Let's not 
Think so much.

Our nature
Eludes true 
Vulnerability.

Take away something real, fiction
Hold it in your arms, metaphysical
Friction, Oh, hyper-monitor diction to
Take hold of nonexistent, nonsensical
Non-fiction; How it slips from fingers
Ever distant, moving yet arthritic; much so,
This life fades, Drowning in indifference
In the future not far; Traces fill the spaces
That hold your heart back as if paralytic.
Become resistant, To feel alive in life here.
If only to replay the best yesterdays;
When tomorrow is clean-slated fate,
Today is an oil smudged rainy sidewalk,
There is a Specter, an owl on a high pole;
In the light of fluorescence a ****** there,
Eyes glow; what does the wise one know?

Splintered Beams,
Allow
Forgotten Faces
To seep into
Restless Dreams;
Wistful waking,
As
Sunlight traces
Truth;
The past
Speaks
Quietly
Back,
Through Introspect,
To the inside;
The
Last
Place
You'd
Think
To
Seek
Tranquility-
Enclosed
Within
Tattered Seams
Of Restless Dreams;
To find it there,
Within.

Outstretched
And
Exposed
To find
Yourself
In
The
Chasm.

Displaced
Consciousness
As if
A Phantom.

Holding your soul,
Close to your body.

Rolling
Into
A Cocoon
Of
Newly
Spun
String.

Rolling, rolling, rolling...
To where?

Towards
Undetectable
Cosmos.

Unending,
Then crystalizing
Over sudden sunsets,
Infinitely,
Across the horizon.

Moving towards
Abstractions
Faster,
As concrete
Fails to set
Within them.

Swept up
On the stairwell
Of a helix,
Waiting to
See where
It ends.

Caught up
In the never-ending
Space of Obscurity
That sometimes seems
Forbidden.

If the past fills
Your thoughts
Like a thief-in-the-night;
Stealing your words
All the time;
Maybe, it’s time
To leave it All
Behind.

Hang on
To the Good,
Though.

There’s no use in dwelling.
There are voices inside
Yelling;
"Stop them,
Now."

"Now."

No more, no more.
Send them away,
To a place
Where they
Are free to
Rest,
Forevermore.

They’re dark waves,
Crashing ashore.

Do not hate them,
Do not shame them.

Just maybe,
They will
No longer
Intrude,
As you
Attempt,
To sleep.

Sleep soundly
Tonight.

Evermore.

It's
My Torture,
A Long Lost Love;
At the same time,
A curse
As these words
Constantly
Haunt me
Like little ghosts,
Throughout
The Day.

....And night.

In dreams....

All the time.

Stones,
Upon
The shore.

Shimmering,
So pure.

They pick
You up
All day,
Then toss
You
Out into
The
Ocean's Floor,
With
A single
Motion.

Ocean.

Listening
To
Waves,
Forever
An orchestra
Of their own.

Dip your
Toes,
In the ocean.

Stones
Are
Made
Of
Hard
Matter.

They
Don't
Shatter
Like
The
Flawed
Imperfection
Of
The
Human Condition.

Let
Them
Fall
Into
The Ocean.

(Dim) Abyss.
Nothing Appears
Until,
"You."

You asked,
"What is the point of all this?"

The View,
In the distance
No longer
Changes,
It appears
Sedentary.

It moves
Through
Fractals
That
Forever,
Consummate,
The Spiral.

It Invisibly
Connects
Tunnels,
That Blanket
Across
Unseen
Silence.

To change
The Scenery
With
Each
Revision;
Timeless.

A (Light),
Expanding
Ever (Bright),
Plays
As it displays
Itself
In
Dark
Energy.

"Where
Am
I?"

"You
Are
Here,
With me...

Always
Will be."

A present time,
Connects
To the
All-Knowing
Eye.

We've
Been
In
The Continuum,

This
Entire
Time.

"Wake up
Now."

"It's not your turn yet."

All Hallows' Eve,
Sinks in
With the whirling
Winds
That conjure
Lost spirits,
With Invisible
Forces,
MaGicAllY.
A lost voice
Howls
From inside
The unknown.
To capture
A taste
Of immortality.
But you still
Reside
On this side?
All this time,
You never left
My side.
Every year,
You return
To where
Souls dance
Entangled in
Browning leaves,
No one would
Ever believe me,
If I told them
I can feel you
Here,
As if you
Never left
This
Mortal life.

All that
Fills the air
Now,
Is a barely
Audible,
"Goodbye."

Life.
Hot applesauce.
Cold sausages,
Linked to hostages,
Another, then another.
Apostles cowering
As the ground beneath,
Collapses,
The maharajah's jeweled face,
Buried;
Switching between channels:
All blind, all empty.
Cold applesauce.
Rotten sausages,
20,000 Leagues
And no more
Hostages.

Thump, thump, thump;
Beat,
Can you hear
The Heart Sound?
It’s real,
Yet metaphorical.
Can you hear,
Your Heart Sound?
Thump, thump, thump;
Beat,
Louder now,
Quiet down,
All Around,
Echoes
Lace
Delicate Walls.
Can you hear,
Its Song?

To live here,
Immersed
In the mind;
If it helps to
Ease your situation;
By all means,
Venture to
The place
Of unabated
Destinations.
Just know that
I won’t be there;
Waiting, for you.
Sealed the box,
Shut it tight;
Just know,
I’ll be out of sight.
Have no fears,
Dear.
Have no cares,
Never cried a tear,
Merely moved
To the next
Falsity,
Creating
A world of
Of endless curiosity.

How does it feel,
Now?

Crashed down,
To be uncovered,
Like a stolen
Weapon
In the night.
Be mine, be mine.
If you hold
A shining light,
Someone will
Want to take it
From you.
Save your life,
Hold on tight.

Always remember
To shine.

It’s not clear to see-
So, let’s finally go there,
You and me.

Now,
In this present time,
Is this finally happening?

It started as
Something imaginary…

You constantly
Aroused me with
Your intelligence.
Sapiosexual Sublime,
Suggestions and
Stimulating Conversations.

So, hidden in the
Painted Aspen trees
Imprinted on these
Sheets, only present
In Sweetly Torturing Dreams,
When you sneak up quietly,
Behind me,
And let’s just pretend
It’s innocent,
And let’s just barely
Touch,
Our bodies naked
Like lumbered pines,
Your hands warm,
Caressing my thighs,
From behind
Hidden vines
And unspoken
Notions
Needing No Words,
Just motion.

You play with my hair,
Like you said you would,
And in return I
Run my fingers
Through yours,
And just stare assured.

We combine our
Bodies and Minds.
Let’s go there
In real life.
Slow and cognizant,
Connecting underneath
A Blanket drenched
With what started
As “Hello,”
It now reverberates
Out an open window,
Disturbing the neighbors
Below.

Shutting Down:
Don't you dare to dream;
To sleep:
A barricade
Concealed here
In the quietness.

Breaking Walls:
Made of concrete;
To lift:
Them up
Forever.

Maybe never.
Forever
Questioning,
New views
Of how
Each day
Is a gift-
Separating from
The material-state.

Berate, berate, berate...
Oh, how we love
To hate.

Dare to love
What you "think"
You hate.

Yes,
This is real
Right now,
Or is it?
Still
Don't know,
No?
Is it all
Really "Relative?"

Is what
We see,
Merely small pieces
Of waves, Of frequencies...
Chosen by
The system...

To trust it,
Doubt it;
Or, none
Of the above.

It's my radio,
It's yours too...
It belongs to everyone?

We all see
Through
A different lens.

His is winter
As he paints snow-
Theirs is different
Since surviving
The war; Different
Each day.
Hers right now,
Is magical
As the wind blows
And colors
Impose
On her fate
Unknown.

Stations
Changing
Constantly,
In these
Realities.

In my head,
Yours,
It is all in
Our heads.

Current State: Not awake
Close your eyes-
As if anchors hang
On the ends of lashes.
Clouds covering,
Weighted by an anvil.
And steel plates
Fold upon it,
Shaking like an
Earthquake.

Diminishing more.

Heating, Expanding, and Cooling-
To become
Resistant,
Even more,
Hard to break.

Made of Flesh,
But just like metal,
This is just
A process
Cast
To reveal
Another shape.

Come to the mountain-
All the way to the shore.
Be with me,
Come quietly
And listen to
The waves at night.
Don't be afraid,
Anymore.
A fog clears,
Don't hold your breath
Because you might
Forget
You're breathing,
After all.
Come take my hand,
Embark on this journey,
With me,
To see
Something real.
Don't be afraid
To feel alive,
Once more.

It's easy to,
         Fall fast...
Some say not to be afraid,
At the same time,
Don't be blind.
Sand for miles; Waves rolling;
Grey as the day.
It's hard,
          When it seems so right;
Then reality sets in,
As you realize if
This continues,
You'll never be whole,
Within...
You ignore what doesn't
Feel like the light;
          Only to emerge
With new insights.

If a feeling
Signals a siren,
Please listen to it.

We only get one life,
That's it-
Unless you believe
This isn't the end,
And one day
We are each reborn
To a new
Physical form.

That's what I believe,
Some might think
It crazy.

We can also live
Multiple lives
Within this One.

What do I mean?

For instance,
When someone
Survives a disease
And comes out
Differently
On the other side,
That person
Emerges
In rebirth
Within this
Same life.

Life can change us
In many ways,
Good and bad;
To be reborn
Again.

Hands together,
Feeling peace
Released.

The waves
Roll in as the sun
Shines
Down on them,
Brilliantly.

Returning to
This foreign land,
All I can do is
Hold your hand
As you lay
Dying
Before us.

No words
Can describe
This feeling,
Varnished with
An everlasting
Shell of
Uneasiness,
Inside,
As the one
That helped
Raise us
Fades
Before us.

If only we
Could heal you,
If only we
Could
Breathe new life
Back into your
Fading body.

We are only
Human though,
Like you dad.

It feels
Like I'm dying
Inside each day
As you are,
But in a different way...
No words
Can describe
This pain.

When I close my
Eyes;
I see you so clearly
In some of our
Last moments-
Smiling at
Your grandchildren
Running;
Green Grass,
A beautiful sunny day
Made just for you.
Reaching for
Our hands,
And then one last time
Again.
Laughing at our jokes,
That are reminiscent
Of yours;
You're still here.

Dad,
I love you.

299 792 458 m / s,
The speed of light
Continues
To move this
Ship From the
Top
To
The
Bottom
Of a Galaxy.

They say it is possible
To travel  
It in
100,000 years;
However, it would take
Trillions of years
To complete the task
To get there,
Through the
Central Plane-
Come on,
Then let us go.          

What would it look like...
From the inside,
Traveling
To the other side,
Surpassing
Space and Time…?

Chills run up
Your spine.

To go any further
Would be impossible.

This trip is
Completely
Off the grid
And
Out of reach,
Unless
Scientists
Reach a breakthrough,
So
Evolutionary.

Will we ever see it?
Most likely, never.

Darkness has the same
Speed as light,
And this leads me to
Think that
They are fighting
All the time.

Glowing:
In
The
Dim
Abyss.

Breaking a barrier-
Only to be
Meshed together.

Waterfalls
Are
A Magnificent
Force of Nature,
Formed over
Softness,
And Hard rock-
Creating
New life,
And it
Flows down
And continues
All the time.

There is
A mysticism
That surrounds-
Standing
Behind
It as it
Rushes down
To the bottom;
And wouldn’t
It be surreal;
And, I wonder
What it would
Be like to be
That water
In another life,
Becoming alive
In another form,
Resplendence,
Shining
Forever.

The wind
Carrying
You,
In this life
And the next one...

Don’t be afraid,
I dreamed this.

Close your eyes,
Thoughts
Passing in-and-out----
All the time...
Singing songs
Of many genres.

I think I've
Heard this one
Before,
And the rain
Gently taps
On the windowsill,
And leaves on trees
Whisper-
Sleep please.

The mind playing
Tricks,
With each paradox.

My finger circling,
A square box.

Always
An illusion,
On the outside.

Contradicting
On the inside...
Are our lives,
Sometimes.

They play constantly,
Until drained
And empty.

Diving into
Dark blue waters,
Waves
Overcoming
The undertow,
Pulling and pulling.

It's all in...
What you believe.

Untamed and Unfolding
Invisibly,
Hidden with false smiles.

Unrevealed,
So much concealed,
And that isn’t how it should
Be.

WARNING SIGN.
SAVE YOURSELF.
RUN.

No one on the outside
Ever knew what
Was hidden beneath.

ALL IS SUNNY
ON THE EXTERIOR
OF A WHITE WOODEN FENCE.

Rain poured continuously,
BEHIND THE CAGE.

Is this the life you want?

ASK YOURSELF.
I DID.

Instability lingering like a wet sleeve,
No rain coat could ever repel…so you just grieve.

Sitting in the dark,
Feeling, breathing…
To be real.
Are we ever?

SCORNED FOR FEELING.
EXCUSE ME FOR LIVING,
BREATHING.

NO LONGER,
Felt like a human being.

Cracked eggshells line
A spotless floor.

Just me in the stillness,
Always.

When do you really find
What so many others
Seem to hold near?

This is the only place
To truly just let go
And be…
Releasing in poetry.

Love it when
The rain pours
In the middle of the night,
Used to walk on wet concrete
In the dark of night,
Looking up at stars
On an all-to-clear night.

You were there,
But I always felt alone.

Watched the house lights of
The place we shared…
In the distance
As you continued your passions
For hours,
Didn’t look up once-
Notice that I walked
Out the front door
Right next to you.
Did you forget that
Something was missing?

Just me.

A PERSON.
MADE INTO A THING.
As you played the
Good guy,
With lies told to friends and family
As I sat silently
Trying not let it affect me.

The funny thing is,
It didn’t shake me
When it ended.

I FELT AND FEEL
NOTHING.
NO SADNESS.

FREE.
SIX sleepless months
Where I feared
You would find me.

Now, I try to tell myself
That not every man
Is like you…
That is the only
Sadness I feel.

Replaced,
Paradigm,
Shifted
With a downpour
In the night.

Souls,
Taking flight.

Years from now,
Upon steel plates,
High above us-
Masterminds
Displaced.

Our intelligence
Obsolete,
As artificial
Ingenuity
Breaks-   free.

Taking control
Of Us.

Paradigm Shift,
All around,
Dismantling
Every thought
That ever
Meant
Anything.

Is everything that
They
Hypothesized
To be
Rewritten
By machines?

As they take over all we see.

What will we be?
It’s already happening…

So intricately
Woven,
As if of
Silk Thread,
To gaze
Upon
A Spider's Web.

Sunny Day,
Beams
Breaking
Through.

Green leaves,
Swaying
Effortlessly.

It lays
High up,
Balancing
Steadily,
Despite
A constant
Breeze.

Holding
Securely,
The captured
Souls of
Unfortunate
Fates.

Quickly spun,
Encapsulated
Tombs
Afloat...

She waits
For the next
Prey,
Weaving
Her artistry,
Day by day.

Life-
In a
Spider's web.

Slopes
Covered
In snow,
Now melting,
On this peak,
Just
A suggestion,
Awakened
In the dark.

It sinks
Into
These lungs.

A beautiful song,
Lamenting
Something
Never lost.

Heat
Pouring
Into seams
And soil,
Going
Far
Beneath
The ground,
Continuously
Until
Losing steam.

Quickly recovering.

Your hands
Tracing
Mountains,
A curved
River invades
In an
Overture,
Overtly
Aware,
Wanting
More
And more.

No cure.

Drink
From
The fountain
Until full.

And this
Monster
Lives inside,
Awakened,
Fully alive.

One thing
About
Monsters
Though,
Is that
There
Are
Many types,
And some
Live
Within us
All.

It's not always
A bad thing,
To fall.

Slowly
Unbolted,
An aperture
Inside.

Mind.

A rift
Settles
In.

There is
No measure
Of seconds,
Or hours.

Time.

Finding
Reassurance
In
What billboards
Display
As
Happiness.

Everywhere,
Every time.

Running, running, running;
You can't leave this world.

Behind.

Feeding,
So blind.
Constantly
Monitoring
Others.

Lives.

Judging blindly;
To take a glance
In the mirror.

Sometimes.

Knowing
It's a
Far
Cry
From
Circumstances.

Here.

Is that what
Brings
Us closer
To finding
What we
Seek?

Displayed
In the form of
Material
And Physical
Things...

Nothing in
This
World,
Can
Satiate.

This aperture.

See.

Capturing
Shadows-
Quickly
Fading,
Not concrete.

They melt
Into
A moving
Spring,
Floating
Petals
Above
Your feet,
Enlightened
By
A realization
Misunderstood.

The only
Way
To cope,
Is not
To falter
From
The
Never-ending
Numbness
Of ego,
Altered
In this
Present
Moment.

It's all
In
What you
Believe.

Undergoing
An original
Way
Of
Seeing,
A purpose
Among
The vines
Growing,
To find
That
There is
No
Clarity
Until
Finding
Inner peace.

If you
Don't want
All of me,
I can't
Give you
Part of me.

It's
The only
Way.

I feel
It beating,
Breaking,
Before beginning.

No one should
Settle,
For less
Than
A loving
Heart
And
Open arms,
That don't
Leave you
Out
In the dark,
Searching
for a spark.

Slipping
Into my
Own soul,
To find
A place
Distant,
But it's
Filled
With light,
Ever persistent.

Limitless.

This world
Is going
To One day-
Leave behind
Dust
Converged with
The universe.

Stars exploding,
Their flesh
imploding,
With ours.

We'll still be alive,
In another form of life.

Once dreamed
An island
Where
Aqua blue
Surrounded,
So quiet.

If you
Stepped
Far down
Into the sand,
You would discover
Stairs leading to
The Sea Floor-
Breathing in,
One last time.

Merely
Water,
Looking up,
You
Discover
That you
Are in control,
Not drowning...
No longer
Weighted,
Free
To swim up
To the
Line
Where
The air
fills your
Lungs once more.

Nothing
We fear
Will
Matter,
When
We
Become
Stardust.

Stardust covering all particles.
Stardust in the air.
Stardust everywhere.

They unfolded
More and more...
Her wings
Separated
Naturally
On a
Hot, summer day;
No more.

Chrysalis faded,
As she surged
Forth,
Monarch landed,
On what was
The caterpillar's
Sustenance,
It once nourished
New life.

Short lived
In stages,
Then:
Winter's face emerged,
Early that year.
We saw our
Breath in
The air,
"Look,
What is there?"

Behind the
Frozen Lake,
"Here lies
The Monarch.
May she rest in peace."

Motionless in an
Icy tomb,
It looked like
She was captured,
For nature's
Museum
Across
A flower' s
Bloom.

No longer
Gliding-
Only to die
In the blink
Of an eye.

Our time here,
Doesn't last long.

Say no more...

Is she somewhere
Flying?
Bright and Free,
Dancing in
A world
Beyond belief?

Say no more.

Cold rush-
Wind gust,
He limps
Along
With an old
Wooden cane,
On a Bridge
By the Bay-
Talking in a low
Voice,
Singing
A song,
Of true
Folklore.

"It all washes
Up on the shore."

Tales
Of Fights
And Trouble,
Followed by
His love
Of long ago
When
Mermaids
Still
Came ashore.

Skin hangs
On him,
Aged and scarred,
But once
He was young
And spry.

He sings,
"I remember
The day the
Mermaids died."

An opaque
Film
Covers
This bridge,
Lit throughout
With many shades
Of imaginary.

Close your
Eyes,
And pretend
Just this once.

Looking
Upon
Its features
With childlike
Wonder.

Remembering
When
We were younger.

Dancing in
The rain
Despite the
Lightning and
Thunder.

Playing in
Daylight outside,
With grasshoppers
In the mud.

Making forts
From nothing but
Sticks
And twigs.

Swimming in
A creek,
Feet against
Smooth rocks,
Skinned knee,
Little minnows
Swimming,
Feeling free.

Stones,
Upon
The shore.

Shimmering,
So pure.

They pick
You up
All day
Then toss
You
Out to
The
Ocean's
Floor,
With
A single
Motion.

Listening
To
Waves,
Forever
An orchestra
Of their own.

Ocean.

Dip your
Toes,
In the
Ocean.

Stones
Are
Made
Of
Hard
Matter.

They
Don't
Shatter
Like
The
Flawed
Imperfection
Of
The
Human Condition.

Seeing
Life
Explode
With Color.

To
Name
Them all
Would
Never
Fully
Describe
The magic
They emit
With
Each other.

Lemon butter,
Jade tide,
Bumblebee,
Butterscotch,
Pineapple Rush.

Blush Touch,
Pink-Peach Punch,
Lemonade Crush,
Cedar Peaks,
Cinnamon Coffee
Crunch.

Wine Soaked
Cherry Red.
Rosewood Sublime,
Key lime pie
Delight.

Followed by-
Gray Mist
Overcome
By Balloon Green,
A breath of Spring,
And Sunglow too.

It all runs
Through
And
Through.

I try so hard
Just see
The light,
But it's not
Always there,
Inside.
This curse
Never subsides
As if a brick
Subsisting
Forever
Preventing
It from
Being Found.

Blessings
Are
All
Around.

If only
Emotions
Weren't bound.