Drifting on the breeze, teardrops fall.

Into the skies I glide, a blue dream begins, years regress, I surf through time.

The garden so green, together we spin, dizziness is our altered state.

Old faces return:

"Hey Grandma, I've picked some mint just for you... don't forget the rosemary, you'll enjoy that too"

Old sounds play:

"Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away"

Together we spin, twisting the trance, returning to another time.

In the sky we fly, drifting and dreaming of her deep blue eyes.

20yrs, 5 free.

Nokia keypad.
Isolation free.
A smart user ?

Freaked out by early morning alarm calls.  This life we create - symbols on monopoly boards, roll the dice, wait ya turn, play your part.

A virus isolates
with exhaustion

A prisoner to the
motions of many

A long look into
global relations

A double-jab to
safety

Outside I notice
elderberry blue,
inside of a name.

The music plays, tones rise and fall, emotions follow.

Here within the ear I hear,
as thought becomes sound.

To become the rhythm, I concentrate as the river flows beneath my feet.  Blue is the spirit as I view the stars, painting silver lines upon my palms.

Emotions rise and fall, and the music plays on.

Dust swirls on the old road. A white cross stands alone. Further ahead a preacher kneels.  Prayers are shared, and thoughts exchanged.  His black robe ripples in the breeze.  Bent twigs for fingers, deep-set eyes like beads.  Sacred like a scarecrow, yet inside he flows.

The blue jay flies,
a wild flower grows.

Something drew me to this leatherbound notebook, tattered and torn.  Inside the pages are filled with doodles and colorful phrases. Inspiration comes quick, I grab a pen and begin to underline.

A small candle flickers as darkness descends.  Her photograph hangs upon the wall.  Faded by time yet the memory stays strong.  The days linger.  Together we await the future, but not in awe. Watching the hands on the clock has become a full-time occupation.  Time is elastic, every minute longer.  Shadows of a former life flicker on the walls.  The flame is fading, darkness is descending.

Ethereal eyes, seeking wisdom. Robes covering a slight physique.  He makes his way across the room.  Slowly he sits, content within his fragile skin. A single bell rings - meditation begins.

The warmth of the water, the foam, the bubbles, simple things comfort and calm the mind.

The view from the window, the autumn leaves, lost amongst trees, thoughts branching, deep breathing.

The old clock is ticking, hands working together, small moments savoured; this afternoon, washing dishes.

My eyes are the sunset, tangled webs of green.

Water is my freedom as twists of blue do leave.

Rolling down the blinds, I seek myself a dream.

I am the marble in motion,
following the same track.

Between the covers of a book I hide.  Becoming the characters I dive in deep.  Landscapes no longer escape me, continents keep me content.  Empathy develops page after page.  Lost in the tales they tell, taking their journey to heart.  Colors entice my eyes, stories stimulate my mind.  The spark of life rekindled. Today I begin again, page 177.

Walk the old road:  
ancient ways heal
your pain.

Wild as she wandered.  Lost in the lights.  Seeking solitude. Her art expressive, her painted skin.  Ink stains on the pathways.  She's sentenced to blend.  A torn reciept, the crumpled playing card, a seven again.  

Weeks passed in years, moments in days.  Tomorrow is a broken rainbow.  Lost in thought, the breeze remains.

The leaves fall, rusted orange, upon the grass. My thoughts drift with the breeze as I fade into a daydream...

The Mississippi tunes play their blues, the mango *** tastes sweet, the rhythms enthuse, but eventually the apple must fall.

Silvers spins on an oak table.  
Steven hums Mozart melodies.

"Music is good for the health"

The gamble is taken.
Every coin; two sides.

Today the poor rejoice for
tomorrow the rich will lose.

Silver coins are lost.  Clattering to the sidewalk.  Empty pockets like empty houses.  Homeless in their hearts.

Bottle uncorked
words floating
lost in the waves.

A quarter moon
she shines.

Relaxed, beside
the lines.

A lantern marks
the night.

Yellow figures gather as the rains fall.  Single splashes become puddles.  A great Oak stands tall. Sandalwood incense burns. The old monk prays. Images come and go, flashes of the mind. A petite woman slices an apple, then points to a star.  Like the apple, her words are shared: "The truth of nature is everywhere"

Square boxed boy, green legged girl,
watching the world turning around.

Helicopter pads float upon the pond,
one is a Venus flytrap lost in thought.

Faces washed out by the rain, eyes strained.

I wander like the breeze, invisible it seems.

A small tree grows, the sidewalk cracked.  

Plumes of vapor rise to the skies.  

Cigarettes, we burnt our regrets.

Memories of many moons past. 

When our youth bloomed.

In time we rewind.

In darkness I listen as
the moon is shrouded.

The wild dreams return.  Another moment swirls.  The leaves of the oak capture me.  A blackbird swoops.  The rain falls, puddles form.  Again the butterfly ***** her wings.  The nature of music sings.

Dust in a bowl,
an empty page.

You are the dust gathering, day by day.  A mirror image of an empty page, the stars are shining but your curtains obscure.

Across the ocean with invisible lines.  Tracking yesterday's dreams.  Upon her waves I float.  My eyes meet the clouds.  Calling out for land.  Sunshine, sand, and pebbles.  Another person to caress.  Drifting through lonely days.  These lines entangle me.

Fine china
teacup

on broken
saucer.

Much love,
no regrets.

Scratches on paper, images form in black on white, the world created with words.

His scowl, her smile; scar tissue and lipstick.

Next to a crumbling wall upon the green grass they sit. Each holding a pen.  Taking turns, they write. Black on white, line after line.

The black rose and the butterfly.

White clouds part, the canvas turn dark, inside these thoughts still gleam, seeking out the stars.

Her feet touch the earth,

growing like the grass.

Outside dark clouds form;
inside the storm rages on.

Merging with death,
I seek rebirth.

Tossing my name to
the winds,

I am born anew by
removing my skin.

Ring tones from telephones,
& shattered dreams.

Wisps of smoke and wavy
lines of radiating heat.

Broken winged
those blue eyes
diving down.

You smile for nothing in particular... the truth is unknown, a flipside moment when all is lost.  Triumph hides in the shadow, in order to see the light you must first leave the dark.

Tears for breakfast. Bodies fade but the memories remain. Stories continue to be heard.  One generation informs the next.

A life admired,
many inspired.

Your words continue to revolve around our minds.  Your stories, your experiences, and proverbs all told with heart.

"Your health is your wealth"

Water drips. A phone rings.  The baby has arrived.  Tomo calls.  Grab a taxi. The visit is on. Yellow toys bobbing.  Well that's the aim.  Fingers are crossed.  Get your money ready.  It's cold outside. The rain is here.

A tin can rattles along the road.  Blown by the lungs of the world.  Hospitals call for the injured.  Sirens ring out.  Screaming so loud.  The wheels spin.  A coffee is spilt.  Across the table it flows.

An urban lamp

the cracked pavement

Memories of fallen friends:  

Long wild hair

Frenetic limbs

Let's dance!

The winds howl  

Glass shatters

A candle burns!