Chalcedony breakers
Amber light horizons
Footprints dissolving in -
the very blood of earth
My hand reaches for hers
Our bodies share warm froth in the pull of
crystalline surf* ...

I'm just passing time,
I'll ask you please, won't you excuse the rhyme.

But I hear the rhythm
And it's packing a beat.

Some times the words come
and they sound so sweet.

Now I promise you, the next time that we meet,
I'll be sure to have them on me.

Because one never knows
just what impression is being left.

It's a hell of a life,
I'm glad I'm along for the ride.

I feel the older I get
the less I have to hide.

I see us all as
one hell of a big Spirit,

I hope you do too
real deep inside.

On most days
I can hold my own.

I go down my path
like a rolling stone.

I stop to smell the flowers
and I get lost and I stay for hours.

If you ever had the blues
you know everyone has been in your shoes.

Don't go away angry,
I didn't mean to hurt you.

I never wanted to hurt anybody,
or so my story goes.

But sometimes my wind is out of control
And it will knock things over as it blows and blows.

I have traveled these fields
For days,
Watching the moon shining,
Angel hair
Flowing  in the nightwind;
And the fall of rain upon
Her lovely face.

When she smiles I can
Feel her glow,
But where she
Takes me...
I dunno.

If God would
Send a sign
I could tell
If my love
Is a waste
Of time,


Or perhaps she is a
Figment of my daft
Mind;
                      And she
Doesn't     know
I am alive.

To each of us there is a refuge, for each of us there is a safe harbor. To others it is not always obvious, but in a quiet place we find comfort. To some it may be faith, to others a good book. To some their labors for the good of others is a gateway to peace, while others may seek to do nothing but reflect on their inner selves. What ever your refuge, each of us has a place where we find hidden solace from our troubles.

You are my sisters, my neighbors,
my lovers, my friends,
my brothers my cousins,
on whom all depends,
my fathers, my girls, my homies-
my men,

An I'm here to celebrate that fact,
if only society to partake in this pact,

We all share our blood-
by our will - or by chance,
we are connected like dots,
in an eternal dance,

Next time you are feeling,
all ugly and angry-
imagine that lady your Mother,
or maybe the homeless guy,
down on the corner-
imagine that he is your brother,

Would you walk by,
an never look down?

Would you say hi,
yo- what's with the frown?

Or just keep on walking,
just straight into town,

To end with the cry,
HEY just turn around!!!

Right here is a hand -
an I'll help - if I can,
I know it's all part,
of some great master plan,

You know-
between us and the universe-

An don't worry WE got you.

Ma Cherie © 2017