sometimes i just want to close my eyes
and forget

My days had long lost their luster.
Dwelling in the shadows, even when there is light,
Drinking water doesn’t quench my thirst.
Even when the wind blows, there is no sensation.
Walking for countless days on Mother Earth, I still can’t see her splendor;
Blades of grass are more capable of rejoicing for their days.
My veins don’t race anymore,
My heart, a habitat for grief.
I don’t sing anymore.
I blinked only for a moment and lost the purpose,
And now I am gone astray,
Rain on me, so I may live yet again.
Rejuvenate these dry bones.
Weeping in my own obscurity,
Taking refuge in seclusion,
I don’t sing anymore.
Oh- now I digress.
The ground shook beneath me,
A wind from the north filled my nostrils.
All that was empty made whole.
Renewing my strength, mounting up on wings,
Vast fields of songs each caring hope.
Emerging into a new being,
Taking flight on this endless journey.

somebody's in my head again
stretched out between those two earholes
they've done been in there for two days
maybe more
don't know what they're lookin for

i keep all the shiny stuff put away
with the butterflies
and the spiders webs

and my thoughts
they all wear different languages
the kind i talk in my sleep
and you won't know them anyhow
you haven't met them too close before

somebody's in my head again
pushing,pushing
straining, yearning

and i wish i knew who it could be

i used to dress my words up in all their sunday glory
before i sent them out into the world
squeaky clean and sunday morning i was determined
to let my little light shine

forget a blue period
my next phase was all about
boiled down to the bare bones honest
pretty didn't have any consideration
or private
but my words met metal

then the weather turned wet
and i sobbed along
wringing my grief out of loose pages
and you still stopped by
and sometimes you'd even sing along

then i prayed to be taller
to stand straighter
to be more of what i am

i got lazy and lined literal words up
all in a row
lauded for creative
cause everybody knows things like that
can't literally happen

amazing when miracles
suddenly manifest
beach-birds rising and circling
high above the Audubon
mystery steeps in unfurled wings
we slow down
for a smile and a sigh
passing gracefully over
barely noticeable steps..
close and hollow..
ghost ***** ephemerally longing
for a moonbeam's generous hands
a universe dispatches
a casual touch
conflict, contrast..
each mating w/in its own species
the spirit is migratory..
eternal as we coexist naturally
lines are blurring
and separation becomes less apparent.
We are woven into the fabric
of the Universe.
we slow down
for a smile and a sigh
and you take my hand
And, yet, somehow
in transcendent moments

we are the miracles