whirling little dreams spining around within me cutting through the shades tramsmute my injured psyche my abandoned child within bring him from out of darkness freed from that cold, remote place where memories become ghosts where part of us becomes lost and tell him that i need him and that i truly love him and bring him back home
when i look at life in all its complexity i see a river making its sinuous way from the high snowcapped mountains to the currents, waves and tides of the eternal ocean and there to evaporate rising up in silver clouds above the towering peaks to rain and snow upon them and flow down again
i love you so much that i have lost any desire to ever own you instead let us drift down river joyful in each others arms navigating with our hearts to the bright blue sea
beside the fireplace all coloured lights, tinted wreaths and bright glass baubles its base wrapped in green paper its top a big silver star and one little boy kneeling watching the bubble lights glow lost in the magic
near the whitewashed wall a splash of geraniums blazed a rich blood red in the golden glance of daylights final dazzle i stopped and i enjoyed it a house finch warbled nearby shadows deepened all around and drowned the final glow gold to blue then starry night filled with the songs of crickets and my thoughts of you
so many wounded hiding their deformity they stagger along ravaged by childhood abuse lurching through lifetime's journey from one crisis to the next lonely and feeling unloved angry and so full of fear ashamed and in denial unable to truly bond with anyone else
on a cool morning i meandered by the shore the crisp salt air was pungent as the first rays touched the bay with dazzling reflections the deep thrum of a tugboat sounded across the inlet from within a low fogbank and ravens clacked and cackled high up in the dark forest beneath the steep, sawtooth peaks i stopped then and looking down saw small brown ***** scuttling across the shell littered beach fleeing a giant
underneath the stars by the ocean on the sand I will build a fire then at midnight I will smile and raise my glass in a toast wishing a happy new year to one and to all
The rain smashing down Hard, fast, and spiking back high Soaked, we laughed and ran Through dancing pools on sidewalks Hand in hand, slipping through leaves
gulls with crows fly high cicadas rasp deafening wasps and flying ants forage over the parched ground neath blue sky and ragged clouds among the twisted oak trees that dot the parched field of gold by the sea by the graveyard on the point on the foreshore in the heat in the west wind i walk staring out to sea breathing the salty air dreaming and alone