the designs
in the molding
on your face

features such
undeclared beauty
complete

with the ability of
foreign flight
to set sails
extravagant as the sea

the details exquisite
drawn so elegantly
magnificently
and hypnotizing

Maybe, I fear the feels of loneliness. Lonesome. I am never alone.
The feels of being alone are so real. It is unbelievable.

When alone there are no distractions from the ambiance; the clutter; the airflow.
It is all there--visible; tangible, here.
Right in front of you!

The feeling of time, presence, existence.
It is rather simple.
Very at the surface--unless you explore.

There are hidden pathways on the playing field,
which can only be found by you.
These things are mastered alone.

Your presence.
This moment.
This fluid frozen moment.

Whisked away
To that place

Of castles and magic
Fire and dragons

It is a realm.

Of nothing
Of everything
Of something

Something to be seen--if listening.

There are shadows and secrets
to be unlocked.
There is no key,
just a missing puzzle piece.

A seed, to be nurtured
an innocent piece of dirt
stepped on repeatedly
to only make more dirt

The ground is shook
with such force.

Unseen,
living inside,
late late at night.

With castles
And magic
And fire
And dragons

Softness forgotten in still moments of solid nights.
Bitter and sharp. Yet, bright as sunlight.

The shadows, casting memories of
current-past, forever dwelling on
a lasting sadness.

Until, the dawn light turns shadows away!
Releasing old souls to the wind.

Turning and churning and
slowly slowly burning to ashes.

Clashing and thrashing and fading...
into today's tomorrow
and all the yesterdays of now

From a sky view

deep grey
with hints of purple
-deep lavender-
overcast

two dozen sleepy ducks
making soft noises;
waking
to flee to water

a lagoon
unknown
to human touch

the sky descends
to old trees
with much life
left to live

dark in the distance
foreign sounds emerge
to which the ducks
respond...aggressively

trees tall
leaves untouchable
so close
to the lights resembling
frozen lanterns
twinkling away

a rolling swoosh
on the sidewalk

the distant sounds that nature brings

the twinkling
to landscape
red lights
a walkway

and constant
constant
crickets...