In leather notebook I write,
scribing music from head.
Words spiral onto page
Moments dissipate.

Will the music echo from other voices?
Or will phases collect cobwebs
inside page?
Will inked words bleed merging in heart
  grand?
Or shall they resinate with instruments
not of my human form?

Time will tell,
as I turn another page
and write to the beat of my heart.

Dreams why must you disappear so fast?
Running back into cravens of mind, unreachable.
I hunt for you with intent
trying to capture the grand adventure.
The trip that holds hidden meanings
but you play the elusive game
making recall almost impossible.

Glimpses come through in split second,
to be put together like puzzle
with many a missing piece.
Once eyes open, all is lost
to the present moment.
Daylight quickly kidnaps
thoughts re-routing focus to new day.

Alas perhaps tonight
I will dream again
to have another try
in recalling them
before dreams play cat and mouse
and I am the hungry mouse.

On wings of thoughts words fly moving through clouds white. They tickle bird feathers igniting their graceful tails.
Where will thoughts land?
Perhaps in mouth to speak with song. Or maybe tickle palm to write a poetic saga.
Maybe they'll end up in dream that plays to beating heart.? Or will merge in wind of breath to blanket a scene.

Time will tell.

Crayon Colors
leap out of box
in child's eyes.
Hand reaches.
Lines disappear
Colors roam free
like jumping antelopes
cross field white.

Shades intermingle
with one another
Fingers dance.
Time dissipates.
Focus intensifies.
Perfection inside imperfection
is created as youngster smiles
proud of their colorful creation.

Proud as it hangs on a refrigerator door.

today count be the love you are.

Make a portal open for miracles to flow.

Make today count

let your soul shine through

as an authentic human of light.

Two happy poets makes for a grand feast of words.
Poetry delicacies to savor
at a journal-like table where fork is pen.

Where nature meets sky,
my eyes awake
to see a rainbow
wide and beautiful.

Where scene meets eyes
I dance with grace
to feel the breeze
touching oneness.

Where breath meets lungs
my heart expands
to feel inner power,
sweet and grand.  

We are all beautiful.
We are all one.