They come for us when we're lost
When we're hurting and forget our path
They show up and stand next to us
Hold our hands and speak to our hearts
We are never alone in this journey
They are always right there
Waiting, listening, watching
Standing strong so we always remember
So we feel them in our blood and we know
We are one
We are The People
And they, are still here

-KB 2016

Like the drum of the earth
Her heartbeat guides him home
Reminding him of who he is
Where he's from
The strength of his blood
As he travels afar
Learning the lessons that come
Letting go of what is no longer needed
Forging his way through
Until he is back in her arms
Near to her heart
Close to her breath
His woman he calls Home

-KB 2016

Coming and going...waves
Burning and ash...regeneration
Fire and warmth...birth
Cold and windy...desperation
Open and empty...desolation
Coming and going...repetition
Burning and ash...destruction
Fire and warmth...building
Cold and windy...searching
Open and empty...freedom

-KB 2016

There is an ache in my chest that will not fill.
I can only assume it is because you are missing from me.
I feel you as you are away.
Missing your voice.
And a life I have not known.
I find myself wondering if I am selfish.
If this life is meant for me,
Or if you are a beautiful fantasy.
Have I only dreamt of this warmth as yours?
Am I so deluded in my day dreams that I cannot see reality anymore?
You are missing from me.
And the loss is tangible.
I feel it with every heartbeat.
This pain.
This hole.
This ache.
Is this the emptiness of you?
Or the emptiness of me?

-KB 2016

I feel the beauty of the earth all around me.
I listen as her children awaken.
The winged,
The two legged,
The four legged.
She sings her morning song
In the gentle breezes
Flowing between the leaves on the trees,
And I know I am a part of her
My heart the drum to her melody

-KB 2016

The full moon rises marking another month has gone,
And still I miss you.
The sun awakens a new day,
And still I miss you.

-KB 2016

Hope is lost in the heart
In the visions of innocence plundered
In the war cries of the proud
In the hate filled screams of the wicked
Hope is what is looked toward to be the light
But the darkness calls
And not all who heed her cry
Can find their way in her beauty
They are consumed and lost in her
Torn by her thorns
Mesmerized by her misunderstood power
Hope is lost in age
In fear
In ignorance
Hope, that one guiding light
Destroyed by men
And sought by soldiers

-KB 2016