I remember us, so connected.
I thought to follow you
but yours was not my time.  
You expand and explore
  your soul path
our mother no more

Phoebe called insistently, loud and close.
 I remember you
whistling to the birds
rarely so innocent, so dear.
  You are beyond regret
our father no more.

being human
just one issue
gnarled over, shoved under
left to ferment rot
seeps toxin silently throughout
one belief of darkness born
gathers strength of story
  weighted sadness magnified
response from bleak to hopeless
**yet someone dares approach
with eyes that will not close
to lift an edge of pulsing scab
and call expression forth
raw alchemy of true release
again there is the will to breathe
expand admit potential
engage once more
renew belief
in life now
script unwritten

confident on timeworn routes
until unknown brings gasping fear*
what is this ?
my playground now to be reduced
to rutted paths of paltry use ?
enough !
power mine I have denied
creative pulses flattened
miming patterns drawn by others
spark of mine allowed to smother
shocked I recognize within
dryly spreading stubbornness
*the false vitality
of habit

come to midnight we commune
imbibing nectar of the moon
solitude with soulful pleasure
stealing free of hours measure
silent shares diffusing scent
alleviate our discontent

walking in mud
     Earth receives me
    deep I sink
   feel as one
  cling to her
  new life arising
brave shoots ******
      with force of Spring

pointless the question why
logic need not apply
when gifted with
healing
    courage
          unknown
yes
     beauty
          forgiveness
      compassion
          poetry   ­     
   LIFE