Morse Code
or no code at all

life is noise

and no one tells you
what and what not to listen to

right now the sun's rays
are piercing

the gray fluff of a former
Nimbus cloud

I want to be the dandelion
growing in between the cracks
in the sidewalk
living in spite
of everything trying to
**** it

gun,
shaking hands,
blooming wounds,
scarlet touch,
darkness,
light,
whispers,
"..heaven?"
sheets,
nurse,
"...­hell."

What is it about loose eyelashes
That prompts wofty wishes;
Are they heaven’s kisses
In disguise?

We all want to lift our eyes
Above the cloak of disguise
Even if it may compromise
The facade, and authenticity’s surprise.

This world is concrete;
In Western buildings and streets,
In the here-and-now, we can flee
And dismiss lofty things as absolute.

But we are meaning-makers,
We are constant risk-takers.
We are pursuers for magic’s sake,
And may our quest we foolheartedly take.

Sometimes the memories
Need to roll down my cheek
Before I can let them go

lit up by the Daystar
eyes searching
for the source of sounds you hear

the Sun touches your skin
a gentle reminder
there is always a bigger picture

you taste the fruits of labour
often someone elses efforts
giving thanks for providence

the sweet smell of a flower
can transport your mind
to unknown places.

when the ultimate goal is love
love along the way is inevitable.