Music speaks of a warming sun
Of a journey that has just begun
It’s an echo of the adjourning moon
A reminder that daybreak will come soon

It’s a soothing melody to ease our tears
A conciliating song to quench our fears
It cries out a sorrowful strain
It speaks of love and joy and pain

It tells of a breaking heart
Of a message yet to impart
Times of luminesce felicity
Times of complex simplicity

Music has traveled the sunshine’s beams
It’s traipsed along the river’s streams
Still it satisfies our eager ears
And will live on to do so for many years

Music is wonders abound, encased inside
The rhythm that ebbs and flows with the tide
Beguiling notes made to enthrall
And in a trance we rejoinder it’s call

— OrcasTogether

The wafting breeze that tickles my hair
The scent of nature tinges the air
The ground that crunches beneath my feet
The forest aroma fresh and sweet
A boundless sky opens above
A lack of stormy clouds thereof
The grasslands stretches in between
Rolling hills of beguiling green
The water the color of priceless jade
Over the cliff in a grand cascade
Glistening life swims beneath the seas
Rows upon rows of verdant trees
The towering mountain, a secret mage
Coated in plumes of sun-kissed sage

— OrcasTogether

Upon the surface, the ripple sways
Under the sky’s smiling gaze
     The winds dance
          The ocean plays
The sun sets the water ablaze

The ripples trace a circular trail
The shimmer and swirl in the storming gale
     The ocean screams
          The drafts wail
A raging contest in the air I inhale

The ripples draw a line of light
As the writhe and wriggle in delight
     A starry sky
          A silent night
While they douse and quench and ignite

The ripples lay under moonlight’s beams
Flowing silently in river streams
     I gaze alight
          At their kindly beams
They sleep serene under peaceful dreams

I’m looking up, up high
Wishing I’m up there in the sky
To take off the burdens of the past
Peace at last, peace at last

I set out upon this quest
Travel to the world of the blessed
Up in the air I am cast
Peace at last, peace at last

In the heavens to which I fly
I look at the ground, but now from the sky

— OrcasTogether

Not unmoved, sitting still
standing still, I can do it
though not that long

in the same position, but I do it
finally, without interference
everything is going on beyond me

the light, the clouds
smells, plants, and animals
I know roughly what will



Wait and see is enough, wait
for what comes back, like memories
that repeat themselves, the sounds

every day again, at home
in my mind knowing
what we are all missing

the feeling of being missed
when spring comes, summer comes
everywhere we can't be

I love the sound of the highway
Filling in the void between voices,
Like a sense of insurance, a reminder
that there are always people
Out on their way somewhere.

Without so much as a care left in place,
Perhaps for reasons more spiteful than just,
The only times I feel like I’m not being forgotten
Is when I’m leaving something else in the dust

The sound of the road means there’s a place to go.
A next, a forward, but not always for me.
Of all the times in the world to not feel lost,
It’s when I’m headed nowhere in particular,
Just listening to the march forth others make.

When headlights meet street lights,
And requiescence deluges the world,
Just before silence cracks through my mind,
Comes rumbling clear the ambience of the road.

I underestimated the power of poetry
When I was a child
I thought poetry meant having lines that rhymed
When I grew up
I realized poetry had more to it than rhymes

There was raw emotion in poetry
There were moments when prose would never suffice
When you wanted to pour your heart out
But prose would not allow it
Somehow the reins loosen
The stanzas come into being
Like how water spills from overflowing dams
Crashing
Its release obviously long overdue

But finally
The water level has become stable
The quiet has returned
The heart has bounced back to its usual rhythm
After extracting all the plaque within
After encasing all worries in words, in stanzas, in poems
Peace at last
But we know that calm simply means that another storm is yet to arrive

Another poem is yet to be written
But until then, goodbye for now, old friend
Until we meet again

You ask for where my destination is,
I smile, but not answer,
My heart is at leisure.

A man on his boat,
Just like an immortal.
His melodic aged voice sung,
“Up is heaven, down is earth,
Where the wind blows,
Is where I go.”

Tranquility
peacefulness
has always been hard to find
only small moments of quiet
where I can sink deep within myself
and not get pulled back out

I long for times
where I hear no man-made noises
only birds and breezes and water
moving against a shore.

I want to be able to close my eyes
and still see everything
not distracted by the eager worry
of civilization
where I can forget all my human desires
and sit in the stillness and treasure it.

I want to lose sense of time
not constantly look at my watch
to calculate how much time has gone by
I want to not feel the impending
panic of growing older.
Cherishing the time I have
has always been the goal
instead of fretting over time lost.

I wish for the earth to just
swallow me sometimes
to lay at peace with myself and the soil
to just listen and hear the
world breathing.

Maybe the worms and
hermit ***** got it right
all we really need is
someplace to be ourselves.
Dig through the ground
in search of that place
try every shell
in search of that place.

I have always been
in search of that place
and I really just
want to find it soon.