dreams,
let them float
to you.

don't try
to make them
into something
you wish
to dream about.

just let
the universe
decide.

I sit here on the floor
waiting by the door

for night to sleep
then I will speak

about
midnight rain
waiting for its train
about monsters so small
for humans to tame

We wake at first light
Naked in our bed of dreams
Scent of wild Orchids

The moon leaves the night
to find the sun,
the sun leaves the day
to find the moon
and I stand in the shadow
they pass between them.

straddling two worlds
inside and out

night and day
soul and flesh

unifying music
left and right

a mind
a heart.

tricksy songs
childhood dance

a world of playfulness
in adult hearts and minds

Man  can be pugilistic
With time ,with self
The clock that shouts
In the morning light
A cloud
Like a wet soggy blanket
It's relentless pursuit to cover my head
This day will rejuvenate with swollen intent
Cobwebs a mere obstacle
Callous hands caress, alleviate
The roots of adolescence
A perpetual child is my fate

Five of Cups.
I keep clinging
to the spilled wine,
wishing it would return
to the glass—
but it never will.

And now I wonder:
which one of them
is the spilled wine?
Which one
can’t I let go?

Like a tree
I have lived
Every mark I carry
is one of my victories
scars of war
That’s why
I love myself
because I am still here