Snow capped mountain peaks , murmurations in sapphire skies ..Cloud banks seeking the closure of fallen rain , Redwoods at the whim of surging winds , yet we continually seek to disprove the presence of miracles to no end ..

Every bad has some good in it
like silver line round the cloud
a bad isn't bad every bit
has something to make feel proud.

One night on a rainy day
out on my aimless roam
saw a koi that lost its way
caught it and brought it home.

In a bucket it lived two years
no way I would ever regret that
had I on that day chosen to stay clear
it would have been taken by a cat.

Once she bought a bird cheap
back home we soon found out
surely it wasn't a prized keep
was lame in one leg no doubt.

But be sure we chose not at all a wrong
the foot though not cured healed a lot
the budgie would not have lasted long
had its lameness prevented to be bought.

It's been a year since I tasted the sea
And let its vast strength wash over me

It's been a year since the mischievous sand
Tickled my bare feet, slipped out of my hands

And the sun kissed my starved skin,
Marking it all over, illuminating me from within,

If only I could close my eyes and be there for just a moment, if not more,
I'd lay myself, carefree, unarmed, vulnerable, at the endless sea shore

And as the sparkling waves would splash over my thirsty soul,
I'd become one with water, sun and sand- for just a moment, if not more.

Dry ,  gnarled arms and hands , dandruff in this old mans beard would be akin to wind carved mountain rocks . Our physicality doomed , slowly disappearing one grain at a time , to be wiped off the furniture a hundred years from now by a meticulous housekeeper ..

Safe passage to the young soldier fighting the war ..
Godspeed to a young romantic thats found his true love ..
All due clarity to the poet on that carrier , penciling his diary for a later time ...
Many blessings to the young runaway , may she come to terms with her quandary in life ..
May the geese high above this coach be Angels in disguise ...
I pray that the destination for these occupants will shine glorious light in an otherwise troubled night ....

The pale night and the ghastly wind upon the skin,
And shiver by the sliver of ice needle pierce through the bone,
For this is the essence one felt by the beauty of words injected into the lungs.

Fluffy snow illuminates as the tunes become entwined by the inner beats,
And from flakes to crystals shattered like hammer onto ice,
Such is the force of all of whom dealt with love and war.

Nothing is but a straight line to a journey unwritten,
For bumps and bruises are only a flesh wound you would nod with a smile,
And all is but the fairness of the bloom of petal to yet another summer.

drifting upon
the waves of hypocrisy
being kept afloat
by the lies i've told
all it takes
is one proven truth
to puncture
the shell of my being
and leave me sinking
towards the bottom
to rest upon
the sands of my betrayal.

to tree limbs
to mountains
to forefathers
from your gloom

reach for the heavens
grateful
for nature shows you

look up in the darkest sky
and stars sparkle

Humanity waves to me from the gyratory
system,
a thousand and one cars an hour go by,
I watch as a butterfly
skips over a ladybird and the words
of an old song come back to me.

Humanity rules over long concrete highways,
go nowhere,
nobody cares if the mountains sink into the sea,
the butterfly flies away
the end of another day,
in the turn on, turn off the
gyratory.

Taking a sharp right
my wrists are being
cut by the long
night,
there's danger out there where the
concrete sea reaches the shore
but
tomorrow will wait for me
out
on the gyratory
along
with the
ladybird.

be careful
when you write
you may reveal
more
than was
your intent
you can than delete
or erase it from the page
but not from the mind.