The morning sun greets me with rays of light.
The greeting extends to the sea and then the sands.
Twilight bids farewell and the golden day begins.

I come from the land of eternal shadows and moons.
I have never seen a sunrise.
My emotions turn into tears that create rivers down my face.

This is joy multiplied by wonder with a dash of infinite awe.
My eyes capture the colors the suns paintbrush creates.
It's too much but then it isn't.

I burn away into ashes with this memory.
I awake again under the moons and stars of forever night.
Was it a dream?

Glowing light wings of holy gold.
Shine brighter than any sun.
Golden armor of divinity alloy.
Shimmer and glow away any shadow.

Warrior, diver of the sun.
Destroyer of wickedness.
Song writer of justice.
The holder of the first light.

Rise above the weight of darkness.
Become the star in the starless sky.
The new sun to the new day.
The warrior protector of the realm.

The starships have left us behind.
Here in this warm place.
We walk back toward the white lake.
The after echoes still ring in this empty warm air.

With faith we drink the waters.
Then the quiet explosions happen inward.
We let go while holding on.
We die but are still alive.

Forgotten God's remembered.
The awakening of hope.
The heaven sent.
New wings of light spread.

We take flight.
We now have full enlightenment.
We gain strange knowledge without learning.
Old and ancient dormant knowledge that has now awoken.

We build.
And we build.
We cleanse this sad planet.
And awaken it.

On light wings we search the stars.
We search for dying planets and the life they have.
To bring them here.
So that they will never be left behind.

"where love is the petal of a rose"

i wondered where death took life and
life took death. life threw itself into  
the daylight forgot the petticoats of the day
and her ambers burnt to the greys of the sun.  
i couldn't melt before her or she before me
but she ran and i loved to run with her.
death was life without the ghosts of sorrow
and life was death in its impenetrable dreams,
i was swallowed up by the arrival of summer and
i died at her feet, i died
and i lived, i fell and i stood up and life was a
thirst to survive and death was the blue ghost
and the oblivious rose. death was something
i would know tomorrow and life something i
could feel today, not sorry and not sad,
not empty or harnessed, free in its freedoms
open hearted, rain-scented. i opened my eyes
to the stars and fell at their feet,
i opened my eyes and the poetry flew
away like a sky-hungry bird.

the night whispers the black water fall of ashes
that bloom into the sparrows of sorrow...


the sorrow sparrows are back again
sitting in the tangled woods of twisted trees.

Van Gogh heard their voices
bouncing off love's walls.

the sorrow sparrows are leaning into me.
my sad eyes, dream of you brother.

I lean into the soft lit room
searching for love's quiet hours,
with sunlight flickering through willow trees.

"don't cry, darlin," my wife whispers.

This little light of mine.
The one darkness cannot bind.
Guides me through the wilderness of shadow.

This little light of mine.
Oh, heavenly little shrine.
Little candle of inextinguishable flame.

This little light of mine.
The beacon to the skyline.
Call down my angel.

These highways past the outer rims of heaven.
Towers and spires of white rock.
Sunset colors the golden grass fire orange.
The deep of my thoughts write for me this dream.