I peered into the many corridors of my heart and found a museum of memories waiting to be examined. Some I craved, as they carried me into landscapes of smiles and sweet breezes. Others were framed in emotions with dark shades that made me inspect briefly before moving on.
Ticket to my museum was a simple breath and the time to drift in chamber walls. And as I did moving spiraling energies time dissolved into my naked self.

Never too far away
the vision of your face
in my mind
filed for eternity.

No never oh never
to far my
distant
lover
who floats in a memory
that stops time
as if we first met.

I step onto floor
to dance in our favorite song
gracefully.
The one that plays
everyday
on awakening.

I drift in a breath
catapulting self into visions
of us floating
in stream of love.

Moments melt into
fiery stars
that vibrate
against
night sky.

We shall meet again
when surface of skin fades
and highway
of universe leads.
For you are never too far away.

Gentle frost quilted upon maple tree
weaving glass texture calling to eyes
as breath circulates giving wings to thought.

implants of walking steps formed
celebrating gift from clouds
while gratitude centered within

Kiss of Winter moved upon cells,
opening portals amid landscape
worthy of any artist to paint.

And mockingbirds echoed in distance
merging with rustling leaves to
explode in moment that blessed ears.

I rose in icicle palace of trees
putting walking steps in gear
as pale moonlight release rays of songs.

Winters air quenched breath
in silvery puffs launching thoughts
before disappearing to open senses.

Peace fell upon consciousness
as mirage appeared gracing mind
with visions holding blessings

And as delicate snow fairies tickle
igniting opulent dreams of heart
self felt engulfed in radiant beauty.

Every moment,
holds woven threads of inspiration
when you appreciate fabric of journey,
to move with needle-like pen.
A poet seamstress, I be.

8/8
Lions gate
Expand so great
Feel you fate

8/8
Feet alate
*******
Move, create      

8/8
Conquer hate
Dance gyrate
Celebrate

8/8
lift your weight
Peaceful state
Love checkmate

8/8
Find soul mate
Take life bait
graceful gait

8/8 l

8/8heart inflate
light spate
forgiveness trait

8/8 meditate
feel first rate

I sing the blues
in the Key of C
for catastrophe…
with sharpen bow to self
if resolution isn’t found.

I sing the blues
in the key of D
for death
with tears as accompaniment
that stain face and heart.

I sing the blues
in the key of B
for begging
with hope someone will hear
to teach me a new song.

I sing I sing
with keys to see which door
will open for new beginning.

Singing competition begins
D and G (death to God)
VS 
 F and E (freedom inside  human existence)

What song will prevail?
Time will tell.