I slipped into a reverie of idle pleasant hours
Lost in my daydreaming
To stop and smell all the lovely flowers
Gently renew
My inner being

All those idle hours turned into days and years
Suddenly found myself on a course
Retreating from reality and everything, I fear
To escape from all pain
And remorse

My reverie was meant for only contemplation
Time for rest and pondering
Yet became an existence of a mind vacation
A simple way to escape
Life’s true reality

Although my world was full of lovely flowers
I no longer grew
I could breathe the scent for hours
Yet to myself
Was no longer true

Could I be defeated by love so sweet
moving in echoes
across an immense hidden wheel of fate,
spinning memories?
Would the eyes of birds then bid farewell
to contentment
by removing the shroud of flight
finely covering me?

If I sang, a song scarcely heard
on the breath of impossibility,
could someone chime in with a glance of time
returning me to dust?
Or would it never shed into the places
where they set out in ships full of water
from the Fountain of Lust?

I once said the touch of a journey at first value
is held within the heart as a home
where faith has a character of its own.
However, I was not prepared
for the power or vitality of a dream
surviving over the longest time
ever known.

Rising away there in the fields,
I wonder why love leaves
on the air of pain
with its thumbs held out
to the Light of Never.
Can a poet such as I
lengthen what is kept
inside the day when Love’s Court
is held lingering within forever?

A blizzard of vacancy is coming down,
filling my heart,
a heart once made of stone.
Yes, I can be defeated
by love so sweet.
It has a character of its own.
I bid farewell to this shroud of flight
and to this impossible
breath of song.

What began as a trickle moved forward into what can never be forgotten
Flying into hearts and souls as faces, with mysteries that unfold
Holding one another in winds conveying what they feel
Falling to fit inside a claim, heaven must uphold

Hands move through walls of water, beckoning want inside two bodies
Moments hold complexities until all thoughts they feel as one
Sighs strip the cloth away, revealing their tomorrows
Paradise comes in waves, loneliness is undone

Storms of contemplation feel life racing to repeat the steps they know
As their fingers dance on unmade plans with places still to go
Gentle touches brush the grounds of want and need
Forward into now, love's willingness exposed

Shadows of these days will always linger in their souls leaving colors
Surrounding the breezes capturing love's attention waiting
What once began as a trickle cannot be left behind
Arms outstretched, love's river anticipating

My hungry eyes hide this one night solidly away
Low voices, repeat for you my story
Will this increase your happiness, or do I betray
All those tender pieces
Of your glory

With this pen of mine, I have the skill to show
The sweetest fruit from the vine
Paint you pictures of how my roses grow
Or let you taste the wrath here
From my bitter wine

My hungry heart hides a wind inside which blows
East to West and North to South
I may tell you which way it spins and goes
Or let you try
And figure it out

My hungry spirit hides a bird with mended wings
Low voices, repeat for you my story
Knowing all of this, as you hear her bravely sing
Does this increase your happiness
Or betray your glory

I held the music down with everything I had
Tried to contain it in my soul
Still those notes wandered out winding round
Every piece of me
They could hold

Tried hard not to listen to that which I love
Walked down a path, new to me
Still my first love, I kept, within my heart so dear
To my roots, I held on
Helplessly

I cannot hold the music down, no matter how I try
Music,  is in the soul of me
My very essence is controlled by a melody
I sing, each time
I breathe

Lyrical expression flows through my veins
Music dances in my poetry
Harmony will be found one day when I sing
The words, I write
And breathe

Before you can feel the soft touch of poetry
and it can play a song for you,
look for the positive aspect in moonlit shadows.  
Stop and wonder
how a heart breaks then makes friends
who give of themselves
until they bleed out on the cold floors
of the world.

Do you find that time lays heavy on you
within dreams
where snow melts in pictures
of piercing eyes
that mail letters to the moon.
Or are you afraid to look out the window
and stop pretending
you are falling in love with being all alone
with just your heart and a slingshot?

What litters the path where your feet move
calling out to the sky
that there is no magic wish
staring at you
waiting for you to finish.
Does your breath catch in conversations
held with snowflakes
that spin and bow then fade away
leaving you to wonder
where you go
from here.

Has it come to the point
where you walk in the places
where white lies run through the stream of life?  
Does innocence struggle with colors
that make our eyes believe nothing is true
when something new becomes old
inside of winds that creep
and freeze like icicles.

Before you can feel the soft touch of poetry
and it can play a song for you,
you must have walked this path
I have described.  
Do not stand up and leave with your
thoughts racing,
climbing higher and higher,
lest you become one of those hearts
that bleed.

Write me sweet words of love
And send them all to me
So I can hear your voice inside my head
As I read them tenderly

Send me music that is so rare
Like none I've ever heard
Something different from all the rest
Is what my heart prefers

Teach me things that I don't know
And show me something new
Then tell me why you want me
And make me want you too

So many things cry out to my heart as I look into the sky
I see ten thousand tears falling unsatisfied
From a heaven that has left the pain of every day
To still be felt when breathing in a new dawn’s
Wondrous rays of light

Shadows clearly lie awake murmuring undiscovered truths
Sending looks and smiles in all of their demands
While they watch the curtains close on so many lives
Who never took a chance to look outside
What they did not understand

Bricks are placed one by one around the love we hold inside
Until forever becomes a word that drifts away
Into all the tears that fall unsatisfied among shadows
That lie awake crying out to my heart
No more straw and clay

I have a mask
I wear it well
What is underneath
I wish to tell

When I'm alone
I take it off
And contemplate it's fate
Will I wear it once again
And myself berate

We all wear masks
That we reveal
To the different ones, we meet
With some, we lift it up a bit
And with some it stays complete

Could your mask
Perhaps be
The white lie, that you told
Or could it be
Your tolerance
To the things
In which you don't uphold

Yes, we all wear masks
From time to time
And fail to stand up
For our beliefs
The question is, my friend
Does the mask you wear
Practice to deceive?

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

Flowers are hung over the voices
where hope is not denied.
A story of unimaginable innocence
has been embraced
and now sings a melody
of a perfect smile
that has become one
with the skies.

Life laughs and takes flight
while violins play
for the stars,
chasing storms of fear
until our mouths speak its words
no more.
We wait with doves
we feed by hand
as we rejoice
on golden shores.

The depth of forever
knows
that no sadness
shall make waves or leave symbols
in our minds
that cannot fly away.
Together we will celebrate innocence
rippling
through our days.

Distraction deep inside your head
It just won't go away
You try to think of something else
Inside your head it stays

It's breaking down those fences
You've built high around your heart
You fight it off with all you have
From you it will not part

It's melting ice that's built up strong
From years of numbing cold
Warming all those spaces of dormancy
With a fire that could melt gold

Breaking free for this ice
Is not even a choice
Distraction deep has taken hold
And this ice it has no voice

Midnight leaps into a different glory,
can you see the silence
masking the world as it changes?
If we listen to the wind
lost souls will speak of love
found within walls
where soft lips eloquently tell
of simple grace and praises.

Stop and look upon a puzzle
where no noise can be heard
but a light shines here and there
burning the same as warm champagne.
Subtle I want you’s fill the air
with smiles,
removing cries,
painting over the pain.

Watch the way satisfaction focuses
on the windowsill of beauty
then places its hope
in the experience proved.
This is when music is made for guidance
and is felt softly inside your head,
heard each time you move.

Our thirst is quenched then framed by a smile
that courageously enters
like the voice of the sun.
Existence writes notes delivered by birds
who wait to tell our story
in ways that move us into one.

Who saw midnight
when it leaped into a different glory?
Could it have been the eyes
that saw silence masking?
Masking into the tapestry
that speaks of love
found within the walls
and is ours for the asking.

When you've drawn a line in the sand
As a point of no return
Do not ever cross this line
Unless you think you'll like the burn

There's obsession deep in this dance
Moving back and forth
Taking blows from every side
From an unseen force

The mind cries out to get a grip
But the heart is in command
Losing ground with every step
As it makes demands

What you will and what you won't
They are not the same
As what you do and what you don't
When it calls your name

You back it up and take it down
Find you're in a bind
As you go forth and give it all
When your heart can't find its mind

So many of the tears we cry
Do not cleanse our souls
Feeling sorry for ourselves
Will not make us whole

As we travel through the valley
Known as The Place of Weeping
We’re not meant to stay there
Sorrow's not for keeping

Tears can wash away the pain
Of anger and of grief
But if we fail to grow and learn
They’ll bring no relief

We feel what we feel
With this there’s nothing wrong
Just ensure that you don’t
Stay mired in your tears for long

Attempts to read between the  lines
Can be painful and it’s true
That one must first ensure
What they interpret
Is what is meant by you

The next time you get your feelings hurt
By what you thought you read
Make sure you read the lines themselves
And understand what is said

So many misunderstandings
And arguments that ensue
Are caused by not understanding
What is said to you

Listen closely truth is silent
Let the silence speak to you
But remember to listen carefully
To what is being said too

You give me my higher strength
To face another day
The will I need to walk alone
I find in my faith

I know your arms are long enough
To reach out for me
And pull me to your gentle shore
Safe I’ll always be

Your ears they hear me when I call
Every single plea
I am comforted as I know
You’ll be there for me

When I feel weak and powerless
I call upon your name
Knowing You will strengthen me
Your love remains the same

Misplaced in the listless silence of centuries
My heart cried out for thee
While the sun burned down, I sought out mysteries
Within the crashing waves
Of seas

Wave upon wave seemed amazingly lovely
Yet I did not feel your presence shine
As I watched each one rolling, I still cried for thee
Somehow knowing, each wave
Was not mine

I sighed into the listless silence where I remained
Misplaced for countless centuries
Growing weary of watching waves in vain
However my heart still
Cried out for thee

I looked up into the burning sun about to end my quest
Felt his glorious rays ignite my soul
My heart cried out in distress at all this listlessness
So tired of searching
For a wave to make me whole

Wide and wider still, my eyes began to open
As those rays burned into me
My quest ending in a blissful absorption
What I had sought all along
I could see

Your love is gentle like a soft rain
That waters this heart of mine
It quenches a great thirst
And brings relief
The likes I never thought I'd find

Your words are like a soft breeze
That blows across my face
Each time I hear your voice
I smile inside
And I know I've found my place

You are the missing piece
That I have searched for
Through all these years of strife
And you complete this puzzle
That I call my life

Open your mind and think a bit
What it is you see
Now open your heart and look at it
What can it truly be

There are pieces missing in this pie
And you've not taken a bite
Something is amiss here
That's not quite in your sight

Turn it around and toss it about
With both your heart and mind
Then perhaps where they've gone
You will surely find

The sweetest music confidently plays
in the evening shade
Moving triumphantly
I lay me down to sleep
Yet, my mistaken heart
still beats afraid
My eyes stop to weep

No one is looking
as my reflection
shows on a drop of tear
The world has no thoughts
of me and mine
Yet, the sweetest music
is still here
Tasting like
the finest wine

Why can I not soar into these notes
my heart can hear
Taste the sweet warmth of this wine
Accept that I have naught to fear
In this mistaken
heart of mine

A warming brush of lips I feel
upon my weary brow
Moving softly,  I lay me down to sleep
Hushing my mistaken heart
and tears of now
Taking my fears away
to keep

I went looking for something different,
maybe embedded in the rooms
of other worlds.
Possibly feelings
contained in oceans,
drunk
from singing
romantic melodies.  

I found skies running backward
and started asking myself
too many questions
about just how
I should be.
Then across my face
ran my inner child
and solved the mystery.

Under my feet, I stepped on syllables
I had charmed
into becoming a song
of the morning.
Just to watch them staring back
into the sea of my soul
on pages requiring nothing
from me.

I went looking for something different,
entranced
in complete curiosity.
What I found was a flower
unwinding each petal
into the light
of day.

Embedded in the rooms of other worlds
there are winds
that imprint pleasure in shades
that cry out to the ego
in sudden breaths
and feelings
contained in oceans
burning brighter
than anything I have
ever said.

I felt a rumor softly touch the air I breathe
Mingling in my exhale
Such a sweet sachet of fleeting mystery
Lost in motives, of ivory veils

Unassuming pleas of poignant measure
Quivered in each breath
Purifying with a gravitational pleasure
Unparalleled, in its depth

Melodious testimony rang within the rising
Of my lyrical express
Sang in tune, along a harmonious horizon
A masterpiece, no less

The rumors touched me with no hearsay
I had inhaled the truth
Found within the mysteries sweet sachet
Motives, of ivory veils of youth

My breath hung on the faintest touch,
loving deeply and unashamed.
I gave my soul's secrets to a heart glowing
with a desire to see the gentleness of life
through an obsidian whisper of glass.
A heart that savored heights of happiness
within vibrating rings issued from a sword's blade.

I deeply treasured my appointment within the circular maze of this love
while simultaneously reading the prints
that it left upon my soul.
They were the color my mind dreamed in,
wondrously prompting warm flames for me to fall into.

Phrases walked into places never been before, curving their fingers
around the notes that played the tune of my emotions,
then danced upon pure clouds of captivation.
Unknowingly they created a celestial answer
for these eyes filled with grief.

I am moved as I remember waiting for my skin to be touched
in places where alone had marked complaints
here and there upon my hours.
When ribbons of truth gave passage
my mouth unfolded in a smile that connected
passionately with your own.

I searched for release
looking at arms saying move
within the magic of me.
Morning brought flames of reason
down to earth
to walk a long road of trust
filling empty spaces
I could see.

Certainly, as love has a rhythm
and my lips knew the pleasure
it bestowed.
Holding in the sound
was much more than I could bear
and nothing would keep me
waiting
to feel its flow.

I found a companion
who lit a fire under heartbreak
until it drifted
into a twilight unknown.
Awakening the child inside me
to breathe in a new brightness
of peace,
heartbreak was gone.

You are where I found release, never hesitating
to give enough to fill the empty spaces
with trust.
Certainly, as love has a rhythm
my lips are bound
to the flow,
move within your arms,
I must.

Caught between opposing forces
a decision clenched in my hands
When the rock I see on my silk sheets
becomes my task
Entrapped
I can hear how few question morning
or so it seems
When I am resting on the angry seas
outside my grasp

A thorn buried in the middle
disappears into air
again and again
Painting a lonely sensation
found by willing hands
Breath traded when my Rome fell
forgotten in time’s indifference
Small guarantees left bearing
a yielding finger’s friends

Anticipated territory knows not what is nursed
inside of emotions
Stillness feels shame
too late for fortune’s spinning wheel
Caught between opposing forces
measured by man’s own fire
I find I have come back to feed
on the emptiness I feel

The rock I see on my silk sheets
is the first bite I swallow
My own hands
will find this thorn buried in the middle
One by one I will conquer
what clings inside my thoughts
Until these opposing forces
hand over
my acquittal

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