Take this restless spirit that I hold
So deep inside of me
Calm and soothe and make it rest
Teach me how to breathe

Slow my mind down from this pace
Enable me to see
That all this constant running
Steals my peace from me

Show me how to just be still
And listen for awhile
How to take a rest from everything
Sit quietly and smile

Take my wandering heart and make it still
Just long enough to find
What it seeks and needs the most
To gain some peace of mind

I have never wanted anything more
In this life than I want you
But there is such a sweetness
That I want to keep so true

I want to sit and hold your hand
And look into your eyes
Nothing else in this world
Could make me more satisfied

I want to walk in the rain with you
We need never say a word
When our hearts speak
They speak as one
And everything is heard

No, I have never wanted anyone
The way that I want you
But my passion I will put aside
To keep from ever losing
This sweetness
That I've found with you

Strange sounds quietly etch from under places
No one ever wants to chance
Calling out softly to those who can hear them
In a repetitive wistful chant

Speaking of darkness in voices unknown
Faintly crying out to be heard
Telling sad tales to those who can hear them
Without ever saying a word

Lonely winds reverberate around misty cold
Stirring the etching of sound
Seeking the spirits of those who can hear them
Wherever they may be found

A touching of minds in wistful repetitive chants
Stirring the sound of misty cold
Quietly etching into the hearts who hear them
The sadness of their souls

Last night I poured every ounce of my heart
In along with the ink of my tears
Exposing all of my delicate vulnerable parts
While shaking inside with fear

I spread stark white linen pages warm with a flow
Revealing secret parts of my soul
Safely hidden away in caverns burning aglow
Longing only, to become whole

Trembling hands, penned with the ink of my soul
Shedding light, on the sweetest truth
Of the feelings burning deep inside like fiery coals
Which I hold in my heart for you

Today, I watched the crystal ink of my tears
Drying on the words, I wrote
Still shaking inside, while waiting to hear
Your reply, to my soul’s note

As I see the sun sinking low there to the West
Another night, bringing day to an end
I wonder here to myself, if the ink of my soul will rest
Or possess the crystal ink, of my tears' pen

I sit here looking out at the rolling river like a child
On a moss covered stone
Knowing all the weeds in my garden
Are growing wild
Yet, I would rather sit here staring into space
Measuring endless time
All alone

Unspoken words and deeds continuously compound
As I sit here on this stone, quietly
Knowing that all the weeds in my garden
Make all my flowers frown
Still, I would rather sit here staring into space
Measuring endless time
Quite lazily

Duty bound, my mind reacts, tells me to go home
To stop wasting time sitting here  
On this moss covered stone
But the child in me does not care about the weeds
Growing wild in the garden
She still  wants to measure endless time
All alone

I want to see the thoughts
you breathe,
hear your words and collect them,
cradled in your honesty.
I could watch the beauty in your eyes
for eternity
without ever wishing
to walk away.  

You give me your hand
and I close my eyes,
hear the whisper of the sea
and I remember how my heart
has searched for one
such as you
knowing I have found my home.

My love,
the world could dance
on the shells of their falsehood
with words
written in beautiful calligraphy
and your words
would continue to run in my veins
like Morse code
tapping out who I am
to me.

You fill my hope chest with your spirit
lifting my head
from the table of where my mind wanders
when I forget
to stop and smell the roses along the way.
Your words
bring precious harmony
into play.

I look through the window of my heart
where you
have pressed your lips
on a photograph of your words
and I feel you as soft touches
on my soul.
 I collect them one by one
to remember,
until you again I hold.

I watched you make one of the coldest moves in front of our reflection. You plunged through billowing smoke into areas that lacked any expression at all. I saw you shift away into various shades of pictures then run shrieking using all that you had seen as an excuse.  While all the while, I was arranging to tour the fields of you.

I saw headlines printed in places so that they became more than just this morning’s declarations. I really liked how you always understood all the tiny little windows you said they held because this is how you knew everything that was happening.  Yes, you knew it all.

There were hundreds of experiences I could hear asking me why you were making the coldest moves.  Yet, you acted as if you never heard them. Still, I saw the look in your eyes the minute they approached. Somehow, I could tell you knew that what you saw smiled and looked forward to not hearing what we both needed to say.

All I could do was shake my head and begin to face more puzzling hours filled with only you and your insistence that I adjust the temperature of the air you had frozen.  I wondered how anyone could stand and look at you and not be startled by who you are.

Blurs of agitation too strange for even me to identify looked over my shoulder with excitement.  They were not there to inhale my perfume only to seek out my scars. The scars that visit my heart from time to time to remind me they can still hold my arms back from reaching out to you.

Even though you laid right next to me we could no longer find each other in the billowing smoke that issued from our breath.  Ice had begun to form between our hearts within the coldest moves.  There we lay in the darkness both of us looking for the best place to hide.

Take my word for it, as this was not an illusion.  I swear I saw cold clouds hanging over the bed laughing at you and me. Because we didn’t have the faintest idea that the darkness wasn’t real or how close we lay to what could make us warm again.

Sheathed in a silken protection of blue
Shielded from new air
Hidden away from all that is true
Without a single care

Wrapped in shields of translucence  
Your vision is unclear
Unfair bias buys you peaceful silence
Yet is that not unfair?

You are softly encased in a warm cocoon
Secure from all chill
To others pain completely immune
Yet, you still think you feel

Come out from that silken sheath of blue
See reality crystal clear
If you cannot feel others pain it’s true
You are not really here

With my rose colored glasses
What a view I see
Everything is beautiful
Right in front of me

All I see is beauty
The truth they hide from me
I think I'll always wear them
So I'll never have to see

The truth can be so painful
But I hear it sets you free
But I'm not sure I want to know
So I keep them safe on me

Perhaps one day when I am stronger
And I want to see the truth
I will take them off and look
And see the real you

Moments full of thoughts
live inside
the spiderwebs running through my mind
they are colder than the brick
of my will.  
Like the gates of a carnival
never tell the answer
to their riddles
so my thoughts
walk.........
with no favor of you still.

Vast lengths of my attention
have been ringing through time
and unraveling
into problems with every second
passing by.
Yet,
the silence
I write across these pages
says more about how I feel
than you know
or care........
to recognize.
.
.
.
.

The wind blew on moonlit seas, bewitching the face of night
Breaking the heart of many shores along the way
Pitching and rolling each wave in his sight
While temptation had nothing to say

Sea nymphs cried out, “Do not look upon the blowing wind”
Preparing to sit in judgment upon our hearts
Yet how could we not let the magic begin
That held our night from the start

We struggled to fight a deep sleep, that suddenly came
In a hundred winds upon our blessed ship
Crying out to the night to remember our names
In the prayers whispered from our lips

For our forgiveness we begged the spellbound night
As the moon looked on so cold and pale
Yet the wind blew harder as we watched in fright
Our tranquil nights bewitching hell

Not one of all of us was saved, who looked upon the wind
Our broken hearts are found on every shore
Temptation had much to say in the end
As the night cried out for more

It has kindled all by the force of its immeasurable depth
Leaving friendly feet lathered with foam
Never losing a single breath
On the sandy beaches
Where it roams

You can hear it speak in the sound of crashing joy
A thousand thoughts rushing your way
Endurance so alive and beautiful
In an accent understood
As displayed

A voice, which woos winged creatures to dip and dive
Bravely leave their mother’s side
Traces of murmurs of harm
All leave their hearts
As they glide

What wonderful treasures lie beneath this force I see
All those secrets vehemently call out to be heard
Time stands still in my fast running day
As I am charmed by this voice
Crashing out to me

I thrill at the hope of time never passing away again
To always, behold these sights and sounds
My friendly feet lathered in the foam
Of this immeasurable force
I have found

I love falling without expectations,
seeing yes in the garden of your eyes.
Being blinded
as if the earth moved
when we are sharing
the same sweet skies.

I love feeling as if I have been struck
clear to my soul.
When I run headlong into your arms and find
the half of me that is,
only with you, becomes whole.

I love the moments when I can sit very still
and get lost in the light of you.
The brilliancy of your heart
outshines any diamond  
in expressions of love’s hue.

I love how you roll into the air
as a whispered voice,
from lips confessing love reigns
inside your heart.  
The sound takes me places  
where my heart leaps to start.

I love waiting to relive  the treasure
of velvet minutes I hold of you
in my memory.
They are the sweetest interruptions
and I will embrace them
forever, lovingly.

I always knew that lightning
could split the sky
as the world stared calmly
at all that lies inside distraction.
That just a touch from the strongest hands
takes the breath away
from all that has been written
on the edges
of thoughts of satisfaction.

I have always felt the shadows of the night
even though they were hidden
from the innocence of my caring view.
They are just as bold in the morning
like silvery crystals flying
by sweet lovers
as glints fading into a powerless time
we once pursued.

Constant tears
have been inches apart
from the concern felt for foolish reasons,
when what is unknown is revealed.
Moreover, I have always known
that anguish is felt by beating hearts
when everything carried on their cufflinks
silently cries not to be real.

However, I did not know
that lightning is arranged
in wild waves we feel in our sleep,
as it does not strike disturbingly.
Nor, that the shadows of the night
can come unmasked
to trace its fingers as an exhale
across hearts with destinations
unknown to me.

I see you in the distance shining like a star
Your beauty calls out to me
It beckons from afar
But what you are, my heart does not see

I am captured by your magical essence
Pulled in close to your flame
I forget everything that I value
When I hear you call my name

You offer to me gifts and treasures
They are of the rarest kind
All if I let you into my heart
And your bidding I do with my mind

You pull me into you closer
I am drawn like a moth to a flame
But your gifts will just tear down my spirit
And place marks upon my good name

The gifts that you offer I find
Break each and every one of His commandments
I will hold on to His gift of discernment
Now I see, and am no longer blind

I am taken aback by your vision strong
How you see what is true
You see every layer here
Is my soul that transparent to you?

To one who is accustomed
To having the eyes that truly see
How strange is this sensation
As you see inside of me

You see the depth that runs within
The love that pours right out
A free spirit that must create
You truly see what I'm about

Sometimes the unseen embraces all I know
while my skin burns
from the tears of angels
falling continuously
as they face the darkness of voices
speaking within my heart.  
I get lost inside of my emotions
and find I've become devoted
to screaming winds  
that given precious time
could tear me apart.

I look down at my feet and wonder
if they even remember
where they have run
and if anyone knows of  their regrets
after splashing through the puddles
my passion led them into.  
And it seems
even if I place both feet together
I'm still bound
to face that old mirror
when the stitches of  my life
come unglued.

I hold to that which knew what was
Before this came to be
Seeking answers for what is
And what it has to be

I inquire of that which saw first
What was before it changed
Going backwards into time
It's all been prearranged

What will be has come to pass
And no one questions why
Seeking answers from the past
And time goes quickly by

Knowing less than before
I sought the answers true
Backwards forwards steps retraced
I seek it now from you

Each time you turn and walk away
I find myself searching
for the sunny days
I know
once ran through my veins.  
Until I wish
I could dip my fingers
into the places
where your teeth bit into my heart
once again.

I think of all those conversations
where I believed
that every shadow
lying on the floor
made our lives exciting.  
Like an ocean of wine
one drinks within a dream
full of memories,
capturing all
we have been fighting.

Reality seems to lie inside
everything I forget
about loving you
when it blends inside my heart
then hides.
And I can't tell
what is black or white
each time you walk away
and leave me feeling
only........
gray inside.

I cannot change the way things are
Alas my heart does sigh
No more than I can take the moon
From its place on high

That which I love brings so much pain
Of which I cannot express
The joy I feel in this pain
I cannot suppress

That which I love and holds my heart
Brings pain and joy the same
As I so love the joy it brings
I can overlook the pain

That which I love will never see this pain
When I look into his eyes
Just a smile to show my joy
And this pain disguise

Deep inside my mind
I hear a still small voice
It speaks to my heart of things
Of which I have a choice

It is the voice I hear
When I think of what
I should or shouldn’t do
The voice of reason telling me
That to myself
I always, must be true

This still small voice I hear
When in anger
I wish to respond
It reminds me to be oh so still
And keeps me from the things
Of which I am not fond

That same small voice it speaks to me
When I am pressed for time
It tells me to listen patiently
To try to never be unkind
Be it friend or stranger
It makes no never-mind

If I should ever wake and find
That my still small voice
Has left my mind
That my heart has hardened
And grown so cold
I pray that I will be so ever bold
And that I will search to the end of time
Until my still small voice
Again I find

Along the thoughts that step forward then quickly leave
I keep the questions I hold in secret asleep
Breathing within the vines of all my scattered hopes
Even when lightning strikes my field of vision
These questions, I secretly keep

When the day comes I will softly smile in anticipation
The gaze of my eyes will meet your own
I will no longer wait to wake the questions I keep
In full daylight out of secret they will climb
No longer in my thoughts alone

Sometimes I hear these questions simply fading away
Beneath the green grass under my feet
Pushed completely out of my mind’s field of vision
Until the truth in my heart awakes to hear
These questions again, repeat

Winding roads envelop mornings
changing how I feel
as the sun rises
over half a million faces
all aglow.  
The air bears the scent of flowers
like those I have seen
within blue flames of truth
on the horizon of nothing more
than how your presence
seeks my attention
like falling snow.

I feel my pulse expanding
and I grow weak
as my skin glows soft
like poems
that have kissed the roses
around my thorns,
and my soul keeps the best of you
in my hands.  
My joy crashes
against  sands pure as thoughts
of the wildest forest
embracing its own lands.

Your voice finds me
with an understanding
that springs into my mind
making the ground I walk on
become a heaven
born of words.
I smile secretly, as if I  have begun
to read something
living inside a storm
rushing to be let in
and dancing on paper
to be heard.

Half a million faces
and all I see is yours,
telling me
I am the treasure you find
on those winding roads.
The air bears the scent of flowers
from fields
that continue to live
throughout the winter
warmed by blue flames of truth,
seeking my attention
like falling snow.

Remembering the weeping water and the fire in the dark
Softly breathed into a dream of silence
Flashes of bright cerulean sparks
In a whirl
Of brilliance

Increasing waves enfolding around a storm arising
Of time forgotten, and exiting from itself
Clothed in white linen now admiring
Strength, kept upon
Your shelf

Urgent messages bend into multi-colored bows
Seeking the sun to peacefully corral them
Until a name makes them a vow
And their lights all
Become dim

Sailing on a half-hour’s dream full of careless grace
I am breathing this wonderful silence
A tide of glory aglow on my face
Whirling in a flash
Of brilliance

Sometimes thoughts of my own
seem able to imprison my words,
break them in half and try and become
someone’s fantasies.
They cast sleeping inspiration upon my morning
with a murmur falling by the side
of my heart’s mysteries.

All of my problems glance easily
off different sides of stones
placed in the dust
I tend to keep beneath my feet.
My eyes see them come undone
until they are no longer fit
to sail with me
or drink from my cup
where all beauty is sweet.

Shamed by care Fear smiles and flutters
behind every forceful word heard
through the translucency it retains.
All of my confidence that has separated
then faces itself to meditate
on all that is brightly lit,
here to remain.

The ground does not pass judgment
same as a soldier leaps to exhibit nobleness
throughout this hemisphere
full of thinking men.
However, greed can leave you
half-empty and ill prepared
for thoughts that will imprison
your words like the wind.

I make headway over the side of dominion
ruling the air of darkness
where fairness becomes one
among the living.
I find I am passing over
what has become sand
within a waterfall,
falling from on high,
due to my misgivings.

I am aware that beneath the taste of a last appearance
the deepest thoughts
can cover those minutes we use.
However, little do we see,
time and time again,
sometimes we tear the best there is
within a man, right in two.

I am willing to sink into the sound
of night’s changing secrets
where the world sees my breath
wipe away the tears mirroring its pain.
Smiles are caught on fire,
wooed by this poet,
but do not reflect the same.

Instead of playing under trees,
I allow everything to be swept away
by the winds
on the soft petals of a voice.
A voice that empties all its brilliance
into our sleep
comes to see our smiles rejoice.

Life is exhibited in dirt
from the bottom of my shoe
yet never utters a word.
Still, I will never wave goodbye
to thoughts that turn.
Does anyone ever really understand
the smiles a poet burns?

I welcome hands that hush the existence
of whispered memories
lighting candles dwelling in our minds.
If you knew what was on the line,
would you be willing to sink
into night’s sound
in kind?

The child within is higher far than captures of beauty
Resting wild yet expressed in a dozen joys
Before night falls, you will find me
Here thrilling to all my
Youthful ploys

I wrap myself in a wish that smiles closely inside
Upon the lake of shadows in my soul
Above the inner child who hides
Within the hills and valleys
Down below

My sun-filled eyes I say have slept too long
In the gloom, time has placed me in
From a balcony, I hear a song
Youth still plays for me
Here within

I guard the inner child that lives within my soul
From the dark clouds that drift along
I keep her innocence whole
So that I will never
Lose her song

Your child within is higher far than captures of beauty
Keep her wrapped closely in your smiling ways
Do not keep her hidden in those valleys
Fill her eyes with sunshine
Let her play!

Does my voice look at itself in the mirror
and see eyes lost in a desert
where butterflies
welcome one drop of rain,
or eyes that dance
inside a cup full of yesterdays
I cannot get back again?

Are there words my voice hears
that capture my heart
like music
and make me learn
my own path to walk,
existing inside of the joy
I find on a blank page
where my ink whispers to talk?

Could my voice be beautiful as a picture
painted inside a quiet heart
reaching out to be heard
time and time again
as if it walks seeking peace
inside of my every single word?

My voice looks at itself in the mirror
and sees that time is precious
in these eyes daring to look back
the same,
it picks up my pen
like a long lost friend
who never forgets my name.

My voice is not lost in a desert
bound eternally
to seek out the rain
nor does it dance
inside a cup full of yesterday.  
It sings across these blank pages
whispering
in the ink of my ways.

The secrets of the night are in this breath of mine
They have come to quench your thirst
Can you see their gentle aching here defined
Caressed by love in a mist
Unrehearsed

Can you tame the shadows in this lovely mist
Drink the secret’s dew
It lies here infinitely my eyes insist
The spirit of our past
Waits anew

Listen to the harmony each breath holds within
As you taste the secrets of the night
Here together, our elsewhere is forgotten
The spirit of our future
Is in sight

The secrets of the night lie in our breath entwined
Caressing our souls unrehearsed
You can feel their gentle aching here defined
When you tame the shadows
Of your thirst