i heard those raindrops fall so silently
atop the colorfully striped canvas
that stands above my foolish head
but there in the dark corner
where green and violet cannot exist
a breeze blew to shake the way things were

so simple it seems to sway in the wind
to feel air flow betwixt the leaves
and the sky to glow a color unseen in day

my eyes continue to tear but
not from the thoughts i have or
the emotions i truly feel
spring has arrived in full force
with beauty, serenity, and visions unknown
i tear for yellow green and all that can be

"how boring to see only black and white"
said the patient traveler seated on the greyhound bus,
"such rigid lines are unnatural, human creations,
that seem intent to divide us from truth"

look past those reflections in the tempered glass
to see a world passing by at impressive speed
in vivid blooming shades and vibrant but fading hues
and know that even life and death

do not restrict themselves to
simply black and white.
gray skies lie overhead yet
there is so much shade and color in-between.

I know to not turn around or keep my eyes wide open;
my choices rest between blinded by light or
confused by shadows I choose to leave behind.

the strength I own resides in the nerves between
my eyes and mind; what I see and what I know.
the faithful gaze saved for saints and sinners

but I know that I am both, worthy of heaven and hell
deserving of access through those dozen pearly gates
and the land of eternally abandoned hope

I place myself firmly here, in-between the creations of
suffering and relief
where I hope to relieve and support

myself as well as the other sinners and saints

hey harpist with the stringy fingers
pluck me some melody made of daydreams
serenade my sleepless soul into
an ethereal pool where bodies are not needed
let each note pronounce as though to
declare the highest of high with sunshine
emanating through the vibrations of blissful contact
ripple love my way as though it could be shaped
so that I may know rest in peace

i heard it say
"don't trust your thoughts
as the clouds too will disguise this horizon"

false paths for walking
a theoretical projection to a place unknown
unreachable in every way but obtainable through lies

I heard it said before, "don't believe your thoughts"
but never from within
never so loud and brimming with confidence I do not know

in that moment, Gaia labored for her breath,
as the treetops bent to bow with a colorful homage,
accented pink and pollen green

flowers bloomed, non-flowers too
and the earth felt right
even as it still feels wrong

I no longer have words
for a while, It felt as though words passed through me,
acting as a filter between

the ether and the real.
like electricity through a wire,
water through leaded pipes.

now I feel like an empty vessel.
a dead wire
a dry well.