a million petals ago, in colored meadows  
stems, gathered in far off fields
windy, wild born

bright pods of summer
split in August suns
earth bound, await
September floods

cool, foggy rains
cycle of rebirth
wildflower seeds falling
back to earth

How the rains came
wild blue in waterfall tears
magenta orchid clouds to wear
Oh, the tropical winds
leeward, an ocean blowing in
plumeria flower waves
a blissful turquoise bay 
lay of fragrant floral sands
warm breeze to carry
this wild ocean breadth
far and off to foreign lands

Chrysalis
of a lonesome heart
wrapped, spun and torn apart

Breath of life, it is a wild ocean
always a tide coming and going
in this place, it does not linger long
never holding on, only drifts quietly into night
into stars, into fleeting sparks of fire flies
or in the night waters, a ghostly glow
of phosphorescence, a transient trail
of luminescence that soon
fades and reappears to light
the deepest depths
of sea

desert flowers
abloom in red fire clouds
molten skies sweep over barren sands
shining suns of silver white bones
cacti glisten, soaked in afternoon storms
yesterday and tomorrow, hungry
where desert rabbits roam
and drown themselves drinking
bluest oceans

Iris, purple colored with yellow ruffle smiles  
blooming wild at green forest pond  
slender necked, stalks and leaves
sway of graceful woodland swans

Back where I used to roam
beyond the mulberry hills
running from sudden black storms,
torrential August monsoons
soaked thoroughly through

Oh, to be a motherless child of the hills, again
quick to dance away the depths of lonely
always looking to the sea for distraction
and possibility

After a storm, I listened for life
how the hilly flowers shined, alive with bees
the birds and buzz all about the field
in a world, that was everything real to me
and made all the difference, in knowing
what it was to be free

While glints of gold skimmed the horizon
I'd dry my shoes in the last hour of the sun
dreaming to live right there, where I belonged
dreading the long dragging back home

When I go to the sea
I carry an empty vessel
gathering salty air to breathe inside
with grains of sand in my hands
some seaweed or shells,
you can never tell, driftwood
or broken bells
all the day, a sway and pull of tides
the breadth and depth of ocean
how the pounding waves carry
my empty vessel away

Wind shadows blow swift
cool smokey air lifts
clouds of dream, adrift
that come and go

Iridescent wings, sing
crows of summer
a ****** in winter,
a frozen mirror,
melting in
Spring

Emerging greens, soiled leaves
grow skyward
to the sun

Blossomy buds have sprung
with fallen petals on the ground
fading into earth
changing forms
that can't be
found

As oceans swell in ceaseless waves
love will empty and spill
into a fleeting place
we are ever
longing  
to fill

Blue
it is an ocean
a siren crying
a haunting rainstorm
which floods
the soul
with tears
you
dare
to
feel

Blue
it is the sky
expansive
cloudless
surreal
dream
you
love
to
feel

You come skipping off the curling waves
salty sea air swirling sand at my feet
in humming songs through shells and logs
restless wind, from where have you come,
and where shall you go?

All my days, soon blow away
only a restless wind
ever seeking

She left
memories of smiles and hearts tucked into a letter box
for you to open, days when you forget
who and what you truly are in this world
nights when dark starless skies
reign heavy upon you

She left
a message "know you are never alone"
stars and beams of radiant light
will fill your head and heart
streaming soothing music of violins
someone singing songs of love
feels the same, in any foreign language

Is it you, deep in lucid lands?
you've lost your heart and cannot  find
but for wandering fully awake
in realms of dream time

Our breath billows, mingles with the expansive sky
arms, willowy - dream to fly
heaven is nearer to heart than mind
how dear this sacred breath divine
invisible force of life
we are breathing together
throughout these moments in time
feel the breath
and pulse of life

In the gathering fields
wild grasses brush across
our warm brown skinned legs
stopping only for brightly colored flowers
indian paintbrush, red as blood
with yellow specks of sun
a summer meadow of swirling birds
speak in secret soulful words
pensive penetrating songs
circling round our heads, whistling
bird songs, that carry us home

Magenta ruffle of petals
frilly fire of fragrance
deep dream of pink
wafting through my sleep
morning breeze of ocean
blooms awash in lilting
watercolor reds

Red fire
hissing down green mountain
a burning blackness
of lifeless trees
molten river bleeding
to the sea.

Black lava road, winding wild
an ashen path to the
cerulean sea.

Orange, pink sunrise came over dawn's moss green hill
soon a thousand birds all singing to the sun
orchid flower, soft butterfly touching down
paper petals white, float emerald lily pond
Quan Yin, in her stillness
looking on

To the earth and sky
we all belong
to water and fire
moon, stars, sun
with all elements
we are one

When we feel our
true connection to all
then we are finally home

Did you see
how the sky was always changing?
Did you feel life's beauty, blissful innocence rearranging?

turning into days, days, days
void of blue, void of sun
how the rains swell the veins, in ways
one can no longer ignore
life blood barely breathing
a child screaming
to be heard

Do you feel how fear stole away
your purity of heart, your breath, your life,
your words?

With love, fearlessly reclaim
your truth, your voice, your heart

What is that? Who is that?

now is the unraveling
now is the untwisting
now is the time

Is it tomorrow yet?
a day when I fly away
over a boundless sea of changing tide
beyond this twist of worried mind
beyond lost days of winter's reign

Is it tomorrow yet?
a day when I go seeking my truth
connecting to the calling of my soul
awakened to find I am awash
in nature's garden paradise

Lost and found upon the sand
knowing true paradise
is soulful, deep
within

On this mountain
comes alas, all the gush
and hurried buds of Spring
in bursts of pastel colors
petals drift and float serene
labyrinthine dawn's waking river

Along this mountain wall
a million scented petals spiraling upward
escaping on the rising, warming thermals
entwined they fly fantastical with birds

Breathless sky
how silent clouds collide
leaving me to charcoal gray
teardrops will rain
today

Tomorrow how the Spring
sweetly sings of cloudless skies
blossoms will rain, fragrantly
the orange tree

and still
no matter the weather
gorgeous birds unwavering
will sing in secret codes
seemingly knowing
more than I

White snow of petals
heaven drifts silent through the garden
Spring maple, catkins green aglow
love potion of pollen snows
barefoot - grounded in softest newborn grass

Breathing in.....
to be one with earth and trees, planted, rooted deep
awakened from hollow sleep
hands pressing into the spirit of Spring
touching the sacred, unseen

Your hypnotic eyes, faceted beguiling jewels
bright as a million stars, entrancing liquid silver pools
and I, just another one of love's dumbfounded fools

When you were a child,  skies went on forever
golden light, your heart - of fiery field
with a toy gun to shoot the falling stars
from heaven

Once I saw a funeral march
walking slow as fog, gray sorrow made it's way
with flowers, and faces cried like rain
and stayed with me, all the day

When I was a child, death was foreign
mysterious as plague and strange
on wintry wings it seemed to come
- never calling your name

In those days and dreams of ocean birds
with songs of love, you swam to the warming sun

Today outside your window
a tiny bird sings
to the solemn dawn
unaware that you have gone
just like all the golden flowers
of yesterday and tomorrow

Plume, it is soft upon my lips
sometimes I am found
in newborn, downy feathered love
soft pillow of dreams
my soul sinks deep
within

Paper trees
winter still lingering
soon begins water ice trickling
big eyed, dogwood blossoms, rain
pink cherry flowers blooming mad
snow of paper petaled lawns
gardens whisper underground
in colored arrangements
awaiting dawn

There was an orchard
lemon trees as far we could see
a memory of neroli flowered breeze
I was running in the scented rows of yellow
in a dream, you were always catching me
ever the days, when sunlight seemingly chased the moon away
there in a school, where we lingered in the sweetest lessons
of our lives and trees

Tree rings, circling
spiraling to the sky
branches reach, cloudy entwined
summer swirling, silently
blossoms on the ground
tiny seeds planted
soft the rain seeps
without a sound

Leaves sway, decay
lay in the cold
all their days turn to dust
gone the reddest golds

Skies of white
awash in winter's grey
with warming light, snowflake
patterns will run and trickle in
the sun

days born of velvet green
layered buds, jeweled petals, encased within
resplendent colored fragrance
waiting in the wings
and so begins life's
sacred circling
again

I could write messages to the sky
climbing to the top of this summer mountain
digitalis pink, swirling sweet with bees
this place, tangled all in green

At the overlook, I am with trees
windward hanging on, dream
to fly away, a seabird ocean soaring
my mind of paper kite, adrift
through clouds of sky

Smell of moss and cedar
release of incense
in the warming sun
footsteps, fragrance
soaking deep
within

This must be Eden's
color of azure water
glinting flecks of sun
transforming turquoise blue
that my reflections go
diving in

How swift my childhood days of green
all the gorgeous scattered seeds
free among the chiming winds
in the shining gold of summer meadows
only a distant diamond song, of painted hills rolling on
where I may but, only dream again

When petals of sun shined above
I bloomed long and wild as flowers afield
days, I flew like birds singing high above the willows
far into the shine of golden yellow

Splendorous hours I lingered lazy
beneath a sprawling meadow maple
adrift in bliss of summer's dream
in a world, where children
soar and sing

Leave a path......
breathless, fearless - of love
your footsteps born of sacred celestial dust
forever imprinted upon the soul of earth

sit and listen, deep the winds within
settling into sweetest calm
beckoning the power of love
waiting there to find you

break free the traps
of dark illusory, lonely rooms
envision bright worlds anew
all for you to choose

let it begin
let love
win

time, it never lingers
winds are always blowing  
oceans, waves for life to swim
watch birds rise, from restless seas
with wings, your heart will soar
through clouds of light
birds will show the way

stones
thrown
ripples
waves
crashing
madly
over
me
and
you

When I return to Hope
it will be the height of summer's warm July
I'll stroll the gravel road to take the cutoff path
gathering lupine wildflowers, breezy among the dewy grass
make my morning way along heaven's labrynthine trail
with chirping cheery bird, sweet songs or distant calls of loon
where blue of sky is woven wild with magenta all abloom
and I will lose myself most complete
immersed in nature's room

It was an unexpected wind
that carried you in
a golden sun of love
blazed high the sky
bonfire of winter, raven nights
when you glowed breathless
as moon and stars

Your hair,
of smoke, it floats
curls adrift, waves
of wild sea, upon your head
I gazed long into the storm
before my hands ever
learned to swim

sometimes perfect suns
stream through my dusty windows
memories of you, in sepia colors undone
the breadth of days long gone

all of this
each time I go
driving by

Of you,
I speak of
softest petals, always kissing
flowers, full bloom
wet drops, your reddened lips
pour darkest cherry wine
all the day, watercoloring
my skies

better to go barefoot, on glass
running to catch trains,
going anywhere
one way
to find you are real
blood stained tracks
to make you feel

go far from loveless rooms
where monsters stir  
under bitter yellow moons

leave behind hollow tarnished flutes
playing cruel notes
of a blinded, deafening past

play loud
a new song  
blissful notes ever
resolute

When evening's
long shadows come shooting
swift as arrows piercing stars, darkening this world
leaving gold amber hills in underworlds, far until tomorrow.

How can we know the difference, but for light of day
and if the sun does not come, how long would
such a strange night be?

Mourning - you flew over indigo waters,
landing
Stealthy stalker you walked the shallows  
billing silvery minnows
On rust red stilts, you're built
to move in watery fields
Eyes piercing depths of algae blooms
rippled, your swaying seaweed room
Silent hunter,
feathery plumed

When I was a child
making my way, always to a forest
obsessed by green, or light
shining through greens
that is how I lost my mind
never even knowing it, or why?
No explanation needed
for a child, crazy
deep in  bliss.

Somewhere in a dream
in other countries, never mapped, a man was speaking
though I did not understand, there was never any plan
and I listened to the wind and rain upon the trees.
With no church bells to ring, and birds were the chorus
There in the forest, a silent steeple stood standing on it's own
now a wild bird's home, wrapped in thorny vines
a crown that stained, red berries bled upon my hands.
Mary was there too, she was looking through
a broken window pane, whispering my name
and too, the forest sang, bathing me in love
and with the birds I flew, silently into
a deeper dream, until I woke at dawn
to fragrant flowers on the lawn
remembering such heaven.

Your eyes of clear water oceans, endless as stars
and seas I've crossed - a perfect tide gathered me whole
healing waters washed our days, birds of fluted music played

Breathing in
the rhythm of wind
we float, suspended as the stars
surrendering to the hypnotic glow of moon

We who lay
our troubled hours
soft on maiden ferns
never a lesson, but
for love's sake
shall we ever need
to learn

She loved the moon
long awaited ripeness full
Stood gazing
out the window

Then came a fool
to close the shades
his senses dull
blinded dark
her world

forest path of light
visions in gradient greens
incense of wooded rain
puddling streams
splash awakened in
bliss of dream
faerie orchids
rest upon mossery
scented rain
sprinkles on
hues of
green

Snow is falling
lightest snowflakes float
across fields deep
disappearing
densely slow
my feet

Night is glowing
snowy owl flies
from sight
lost in moon clouds
fading light

Stars are humming
in fields of velvet
black

the earth
the universe
the breath and pulse
of life

Today only clouds
white, blue, grey
always they hover
mingle in tallest trees
too far my eyes
to see

winter sky
pale light
soft, silent
diffused
passing by

everyday
I think
and
dream of you

how you speak
to me
never knowing
my name

a  path
invitation, hesitation
elation, compassion
a truth
intuition led