A small bird gliding on her fragile wings
Through grey skies of shadow sings
River’s call beckoning her near
As day ends, the journey begins here.

The darkness distorts the light
Altering shape, form and sight
But things remain what they are
Just contorted like light of stars.

Sometimes she forgets the sky
Where the cloudscape reigns, and the heaven’s high
Entwined in thought and lost within
Searching her way to journey’s end.

But the sky guides too
Illusion of rivers’ blue
Just remembering to look
Surrounded by moonlight hues.

With her fragile wings
And the dawn of light she sings
Clouds calling her home
Haven, Rejoice, Alone.

How can she forget the sky
Inside of her the raven’s cry
Freed from thought and found within
Found her way to journey’s begin.

The reflection distorted
By darkness there below
In the blue moonlight hues
Her true essence shows.

On her fragile wings
through skies of dusk she brings
Rivers of reflection sigh
And sometimes she forgets the sky…

It’s like the fleeting
Were the only circumstance
That carried any meaning
Clear after the moment’s gone.

Living in each without presence
One’s self betrayal - the inner essence

And you create a mask so naturally.
Self-validation through seductive fantasy.

A learned love of silence
In which a sense of safety dwelled
attempts to quell the loneliness
That external chaos drowns

A sense of rootlessness
but for the place inside.
Foundation shaking
Threatening one’s very pride

Your honeyed words a threatening temptation
My straining against all logical resistance
Futility, inconsistency, my current preoccupation
Acquainted with your craftiness

Hearts can only take so much
So we take it back to the place where nothing began
And remember to forget
What never was
And find the path to the light again.

Can’t rush through the pain
Stop to savor each moment
Maybe it’s the price for what I’ve caused the others

There is beauty in the transient
But I want to freeze it.
Because silence is sometimes a shrill
Cacophony of discordant harmony

The one inspired
By imaginary song of trees
The one who desired
To grasp the melody on the breeze  

Within, the dark - uninspired
Without, inward flows the light

Beyond inner veil of grey
Waits another dawn
Shines a bright new day
To the other edge of the sky
To the heights of the sea
To the other side of life
“I can hear it calling to me”

Imaginary made real
Has it gone right?
Old scars’ time to heal
“Let’s leave at first light.”

Within is the night - a heartfelt sigh
Without is the dawn - the last paragon

Beyond the edge of sky
Singing on the breeze
It dances there nearby
Where the universe greets the sea
In the depth of time
At another journey’s end
This time it sings to me
“Here it all begins”