Wingless bird’s song of sooth.
Heart of torment weeps.
For the windy lover she can touch no more.
The tree of heritage has forgotten her name.
No seed will be sewn.
No springtime joy.
The peering sunrise brings empty notes.
And only silence remembers her song of sooth.

By B. Peterson

We wrote our vows on the water pressed sand

Our sun kissed faces toward tomorrow

The pink swirling sky over head

Love harp vibrates sweet sound

Unclouded visions cover our eyes

Truth rings in our ears

Fears vail has gone

Warmed by glowing heart sun in our forever minds

Slumber sweet on wispy clouds.

Wishing night of secret thought.

Covered smiles will point the way.

Yet door of answers is unlocked.

The question you've held all along.

Your wings of trust spread in flight.

Faith leap joins our soaring souls.

To forever fly the lasting sea

Cool blue wind swept desires.
Breathless dreams warm the mind.
Bonfire memories of a two track youth.
Drama torn sorrows to adult ambitions.
Rock strewn hard beaten highways.
Languished trestle well traveled.

Holds unknown life's map.
Wide eyed unveiled truths.
Wings span to freedoms spirit.
Weathered knowledge gained.
Times promise to sworn ends.

Oh enemy leave unwanted.
Go! Displacement is yours.
Envisioned light draws near.
Finger tip holds last thread.
Cemented strength is mine.

My pocket stones anchor.
Distance kept til gain is had.
Enveloped dark, fear screams!
Dark eyes have come, terror!

Death not owned, oh tiny light.
Prickle voices scratch at my mind.
Dark heat vanishing
Exuberance rushes...

Black earth dawns ... where nothing remains.
Mournful trails of desolate tears ... the soundless desert thrives.
Reposed heart cries out ... black soul relinquish.
Breath of life eludes ... dark matter trespasses.
Joyless traveler ... trudges on in unending journey.
Withering eternal ... restrains freedom's wish.
Wounds treasure heals ... Pilbara's gem eludes.

By:  B. Peterson

I searched for you in my deepest sea
Your sorrow endless for I am unseen
Your eyes shut me out as I clung to no hope
My bountiful gifts relentlessly turned out
Sadness is your empty prison
Unvalued relics now treasures
My kingdom is now ruled
My life center is healed
The stars I have swallowed
My sweetest universe I have found

B. Peterson