If you could see things through my eyes,
Even if only for one day
Then you would forever realize
How it is that I feel this way

You hit like a force of nature
I was unmade at just one glance
You opened up my long closed heart
And made me want to take a chance

Seeing that spark that’s within you
Is like seeing sunlight’s first shine
And when I see you smile at me
The entire world to me seems fine

You’re my meaning of beautiful
You’re my reason for holding on
You bring the peace into my heart
When I feel everything is gone

How could you ever feel alone
When you are with me everywhere
I catch my breath thinking of you
I close my eyes and see you there

So ask me once more what I see
And I promise to tell no lies
Let your hand feel my beating heart
And see the love within my eyes

You are where love began for me
It’s been only you from the start
I’ll carry that love to the end
Forever safe within my heart

Blue the mountains
holding close in view
sacred smoke of yesterdays
blue fog shrouded trails
beneath the rhododendron

falls of sweet blue water
replenishing the rivers
sapphire lakes reflecting
splendor of the bluest hills
above the peaceful valley

hear the sacred music
of the blue ridge mountains
magic in the songs of old
forever blue my appalachia
blue the hills I used to roam.

r ~ 7/4/14

My fingers trace
your contours
in my thoughts.
The highs and lows,
your inclines
rise and fall.
Spaces in between
grow distant
from ridge and valley
to coastal plain.

Through uncharted territory
I follow the beaten path
till trail turns to sand
and desert meets ocean.

Contours fade
and wash away.
You slide into
the deep blue
and cross the border.

r ~ 7/5/14

hay came in rectangular bales
when I was younger, we used
to stack them and make forts
shooting imaginary indians or vc
depending on the weather.

sunny days we killed indians
rainy days were for killing vc.

the war ended and there were no vc
I grew to respect the indians
to learn their history, my history
watching the news, seeing
white men killing indians again
at a place called wounded knee
once again-wounded knee, dad said.

nowdays hay comes in round bales
the vc are our friends, and the indians
aren't worth shooting anymore.

r ~ 7/2/14

Dandelions stand tall
   above the grass.
Inviting, daring. Brave.
    I have the energy
but not the heart
    to mow them down.
The grass rejoices.
   My conscience frowns.
My dog sleeps on.

r ~ 7/6/14

I asked the bone colored moon
Why
He didn't know
And doesn't care
He's just a hunk of bone
Up in the sky
And me
I'm just a bag of bones
Down here
Looking up at the sky
Asking why
Waiting around to die.

r ~ 7/7/14

Silence falls as darkness comes
bleeding colour from the earth.
Alone I sit, screen lit, waiting for sleep to find me.

It's there we meet,
there we create sparks of light to rival galaxies.
There is no beauty finer than that created in nether worlds,
tales woven through darkness and sub conscious need,
while demons weep at the beauty of our souls.

Tides may change at the moon's behest,
daylight mocks our longing
yet we remain steadfast
You my flotsam, I your jetsam
tossed within life's currents,
while we cling to our conscience
in hope of repair.
Praying into the void for forgiveness and the dimming of the sun,
that we may dream once more.

Dog Daisy's, Taller than their tiny kin
Long stemmed and green in leaf,
reaching up towards the sky.
Now new, with white petalled faces
and a bright and golden eye,
in the Autumn they will wither
appearing then to fade and die,
not so, in the Spring they'll rise again,
to carpet all the grassy borders,
with a promise to renew their duty
spreading over all their beauty,
blowing in the Summer breeze
  playing host to swarming bee's.

Against the wind with fists of rage
He stands in youth despite his age
He’s walked the ice and witnessed the floe
Refusing to worry of his time to go
Defiance resides in his eyes
Like storm clouds dotting morning skies
He will not bow he, will not bend
He takes his time to meet the end
He fears nothing on his own
Intimacy though chills his bone
Alone he stands against the wind
No bad choices may he rescind
Perhaps one day he’ll find his faith
Until the end he stands the wraith