Windows never see me, looking through
stairways never lead me to
all the places outside
at the day’s end
looking in
Blue day of sun rays will shine
stars beam, yellow moon streams
make drowsy eyes dream
Nightjars
glide through fragrant cedar trees
starlit, past the silence
to a place of dream
I could no longer see the sky, stars all blackly veiled, senses numbed
in the gathering storm, a smokey room void of living breath
choked the night air, gasping
consternation of a dark wilderness
a sad vanishing note, played
unrecognizable
It’s like an Arctic wind, a bitter cold hovering
piercing, icy lunged we breathe the hollows in
A dense fog surrounding time, trapping
moments like hours, waiting the days like years
spilling over one another, waiting like a flower
to open in the sun.
I came to know that all is borrowed,
even time
One day I bought a property, thinking it mine
as if I could somehow claim it – that which is truly wild,
perhaps appears temporarily tamed
shall one day be reclaimed,
swallowed by time
no memory,
no name
Winds cannot whittle away this morning, blowing through my waking window
sweet, they only sing me from sleep and bring to me, birds I’ve heard in other dreamy dawns.
Joyful, thinking of friends to meet, along the streets or on soft summer lawns,
watching – like a magic trick, waiting for surprise,
now orange, pink, red upon my bed,
a world of dazzling skies!
She said it was wisteria, florets draped
framing her windows
vines climbed overreaching the rooftop
swallows flew by, just before night skies
twilight flashed orange, pink in lavender blues
fading into black
a vision soon of sparkling
starry moon
jasmine flowers to float upon
evening’s scented pond
In sunshine or in shadow how rich the loamy soil
light of earth, dream of rebirth greening
lilac buds and bluebells ring
magenta hills, aubretia spring
of burning fire
A mossy path of violets, soft my feet to wander
muscari blue the garden dew
birds to drink of leafy puddles
bluest skies go grey, drifts so swift a rain cloud by
to water quick the daffodil, silk umbrellas yellow
and comes alas the greening grass
robins hopping, weaving
Spring unfurls in flowery births
tiny violets upon the earth
She was speaking
butterflies floated from her lips
fragile wings
caressed your mind
together, entwined
you flew
fragrant petals were her pillow
a scented garden filled your room
you were dreaming,
roses soft, laid
upon your bed
a morning of golden sun
compassion, salvation
of sacred dawn
they were barren
void of masks
becoming utterly
love
There are moments, sacred places
where the heart dwells beyond words, no language
only silence, brilliance of clarity shines through the vastness of time
connection to the divine, so soon the mind
will flicker and change, thoughts blow away
nothing will remain
Dark, brooding storm swirling overhead
clouds, charcoal black looming
dagger piercing eyes in greyest skies
feathers fly in pelting rains
be not afraid, ’tis but
a losing game
I could only see with dreaming eyes a place so vast within
impossible waters to cross, if only to fly to other side
blue water to turn to ice, and full of joy
I could go skating by, twirling to the sky
when all the meadow flowers would fully bloom
and turn to starry showers
of petals raining
in my room
Oh green I sing, of wings and birds across blue morning sky
with summer sounds, willows round the floating pond
dipping gently by.
Warm winds play music soft
through leaves and reeds, they sing
gathering in the transient breeze.
Under leafy trees of sunlight and shadows
all the day I rest my head
breathe sweet the flowering fields
never shall I leave this place
nor want for any sweeter heaven.
The hills tumbling, daisy stemmed, a floating sea of wild flowers,
white petaled, beaches and waves in rolling summer meadows.
Clouds come, caressing long summer grasses,
blowing sweetly fields, scented warm
before the rain
Thistle crowned flowers cracked, a tiny finch, splitting seeds
swift before the storm, soon flies afar to leafy trees
awaits again the golden summer
of the sun
Over the rooftops, windows and treetops – came sun
summer magenta, morning of skies will come.
Singing in silvery shadows, hummingbird drinking in penstemons
a day dappled in sun and sun, til evening late in brightest moon to light this earthly dome.
All the yesterdays sailing on, beyond the dark and stars.
How fast and far to roam, all the days
that come and come.
Today all the linden trees shrouded in black, no flowers only death, so quiet crept
killing summer bees, that can no longer sing – of honey flowers afield
death crying at the door, their silence praying to be heard
and still unthinking man poisons our fragile world
Pillow, soft nest of dreams, she slept upon
gorgeous birds embroidered flew
across lakes, blue water fields
swells of seas break, calling swans home
willowy winds sigh, whispers, feathers fly
willow tree shadows alight her slumbering walls
as northern summer fades to Fall
this is an older poem. revised
So early in the morning, bluest skies of birdsong
they sang like laughter, singing for summer, the dawn
flying to heaven, making their way toward home
Awakened from dreaming, wings unfolding, reach out for love
early in the morning with the sun.
Waiting, gazing into a silent green lily pond
no words, no secrets, only seeking reflection deep within
early in the morning with the sun.
Days were like honey, even sweeter than golden suns
you were laughing in rainbows – colorfully ever undone
dancing in meadows, and mornings
to bloom again
Your eyes of silver spun light, did shine
flashes of soul, glowing pieces of amber nights
Voices of angels sang you to sleep in peace
Remembering all the places you’ve ever felt love
with letters in boxes you’ve looked upon
Days are just pages, they burn into ashes that blow in the wind
all of these days, where do they
begin and end?
I cannot remember, only I can feel the empty chill of steel
sometimes, colored ghosts of autumn whisper in the shadows
that I follow, to take me far from home
Today with sun or clouds and all the bluest skies
a truth revealed, and I awakened to a madness of lakes and rivers,
spilling over – to flood, a place
within
So swift the night will come, soon to leave this home
darkness winds a long road on
and still the sun will come
From the high cliffs a rugged landscape swept, dropping to the sea
windy clouds, gray rain soaking tiny flowers, waiting for the sun
smokey town so far off, walking farther on
A weathered, rocky place high above this world, climbs a path to stars
with twinkling eyes of sky, where night collides with sea
a traveler, seeking refuge from the shallows
rests her head, soft upon a grassy pillow
A warm wind to caress, sails away the day
drifts quietly her dreams – slipping underwater
where seaweed clings, to pearly rings of sleepy siren’s bells
in echoing shells no darkness dwells
in the heart of forgiveness
When after stars burn out, with glowing dust falling far to earth
colored sparks and charges mingle in the trees
forest faeries come to gather tiny stars
from green summer leaves
With jars of light, they taking flight
little lanterns flitting through the woods
sprinkling starry heavens
Before the dawn they’ve
traveled long, blanketing the forest
now hide from sight they must
their wooded world born anew
sparkling with stardust
In summer, a valley so green, thick in veridian
a pond looking on, sits atop the world – waiting for no one
The sun through an open window, so soon to be gone
hills above, some days ago
covered in whitest snow
A stand of oaks, ringing round in summer leaves of grassy greens
twisty branches quivering light in wind’s of dusky breeze
Beyond this sky of crimson day, far awaits a starry field to bloom
and melts the sun into black
swift before the moon
It was a lilac day, a dream of scented heaven
what world sings of this blue, green summer?
Early morning raindrops splash giant maples,
droplets of sun, above far hills
alighting flowering fields, with flashing wings
of tiny sparrows
Cormorant swoops, the falling sky, far beyond
clouds of pink edge the bluest sky
silvery fish, below in cooling waves
blue herons stalk long where
seaweed sways
Sunlight poured, warming mossy woods
tallest trees breathing steam – spectrally
lichen blooms, tiny flowers in the sun
before the dawn of washing rain
a silent ancient forest
Paintings, closets buried deep – she cannot escape
rustic paint peels from long forgotten faces
in faded works, her tears of tattered pages
that silent sleep, with wings they weep
and long to fly, far from
lonesome cages
After some desolate years, a strange reign came
and played your voice of cello tones deeply wild
a resonance, I drank – my soul to follow
when my feet could no longer walk
fast my heartbeat swallowed
songs of you, haunted
hallowed
With chords that played silvery golds
in silken threads we wove
dreams and days of sun
that followed
Now sinks the sun dark below
and finds a place, a home
built for no one
Moon winds pretend to know me
clouds steal the sky away
never knowing my name
Remove the veil
what game
night stars
play
The sun sprung from blackest clouds
tears and stars were raining, little meteors
red before the dawn
I seek to sing asleep
troubles, phantoms deep
my sleepy ghosts still awake
have stayed much too late
Rain you came splashing all the morning
awakened, still dreamy on my pillow
you wash my days away
with peace you came
after the storm, listening for birds
silence in this world
Soon came horizontal rain, leaving green music
willowy fingers played the Spring, white explosion
dogwoods on the lawn, to sail salt rivers of ocean
blossomy boats, float puddles
petals returning home
In your tiny room, of paper flowered blue
with stains – brown rains the wall
a picture of light shining, eyes golden through
watched over, long nights – of dreams and moon
a restless ghost will follow
leave you deeply hollow
in your home
Morning ferns, no words to speak aloud
no language, only fragrant mossy earth
Oxalis a blanket, the hour blooms white
with lilies of perfection
dreams linger real
and never forget
For me it is full and hollow, rings of tree
seas of dream, waves awash my sleepy meadow
skies will sing, nights will go
music, deepest dark of cello
and when will come – the sun?
I wait, the day that it will shine
once again for me
Why must our love, a desert be?
– Kisses a mirage
Then, I think when I was young I didn’t stop to ponder
I only gathered days of sun and flowers
little feet to stomp the street puddles
splashing me homeward or popsicles
my tiny toes, to warm again
my love like a fire.
Thinking back there was that time,
days when the sun shined – just for you
You took the long way
and peddled through the puddles
Green road – a tunnel of maples, undercover
letting go, no hands
Youth’s fearless reign
of summer
Lush cow parsnip lined the disappearing path
rain came, with cooling mists kissing lupine flowers
A sacred land the path’s end – ruins of Haida totems
born of ocean, emerging man
of shells and sand
earth and air
clan of the
raven
When at night green seas touch the moon
pulling toward the shore, shiny creatures crawl the sands
in shells of watery homes, soon to drift away
swaying seaweed clings to metal rings of wooden boats and oars
Moon tides, ever pushing, pulling
transient sandy shores, and sings the light to follow
worlds emerge from dark of night, water filling up
the hollows
The warmth of day lingered on, shadows played a sweeping sun
grassy swallows swooped, grey dusky light
colors of day, drank away the meadow
in skies of yellow, blue
Wind of wild roses, a thicket swirled sweet the night
flower petaled breezes swept the air
in fragrant fields of dream,
beneath the moon
I walked the wooded path, remembering
sunlight flitted about the trees of early spring
I could taste the smokey woods, steaming in the sun
a fragrant dawn, a lily fawn hidden by the flowers
still as winter’s pond
When little was left of looping thoughts and troubles
silence was a river bright and swift, floating as a feather
and I could not remember, but a song playing
softly over
“go out in the morning now,
a crown of maple leaves, a crown of flowers
circling your sweet head”
a mantra
pulled me in – forever
and there, I lived on
(Quote taken from the Innocence mission song)
amber jeweled room
mountain mist of curtain lifts
sunlight drinks the day
Cool moss of spring so live in verdant green,
with cherry flowers – petals falling
our footsteps pressing in
dissolve the snowy lands
in the heart of sun
love, born of fire
unfolding
Stepping stones
wet twigs mossy overgrown
footfalls, rain washing the greening path home
grassy droplets, little trickles running
puddles fill the pothole road
clouds break, parting dusk of day
tiny violets sunning
Tiny flowers, songs in violet shades played, ringing round oaks
spilling on the mossy lawn
Songs of birds swirled sweet the air
and flew the cold of winter’s caging, gone the snowdrops melting
Sunny – yellow willow, ever graceful
flowing breezy, leafy vines
sing soft of life, sweet the air
of your budding time
Tomorrow’s path of hyacinth will bloom
to light the days, sweeping fragrantly all the hours of moon
tulips of apeldoorn bursting red, in a field of Spring, how sweet the air
soon far off in scented hills of green
Now soon the hills and days go green in flowering fields
sweet will sing, black red wings amidst the grassy reeds
silent lily pond no more to keep winter’s secrets in
lotus blossom opens your eyes
the center, your heart
revealed
Hawk hunting in the grey, last light
sliced the evening air
talons locking swift
two birds falling
black of night,
breathes death
to rise – calling
ever endless as
breath
Blue lake of iridescent dawn
soft foggy swan, silent watery sun
mourning breeze of graceful wings
soon flies the fog and too the bonny swan
to see below with clarity
gray smokey bank
undone.
Walk close the seasons, near the heart
summer fields, grasses green – tall to hide behind, the coming winter
only laugh as dancing maples change, piled high – leaves on fire
Winds of gray waves fill the air
children skate
frozen ponds give way
to spring – the ice
to trickle
A merry forest pig was he
he woke up very early and hunted until three
snorting, sniffing, the air he’s whiffing
never is he ruffled, only focused on his truffles
He goes rump rumping
grunt, grunting for truffle-O’s!
Wild he runs and trots the greeny forest
with a jolly jig he wriggles and digs
his cloven hooves moving dirt like lightening
hunt, hunting for truffle-O’s!
When at last he finds his gourmet morsels
a squeal is heard and fly the birds
clear from the forest, a happy hog
a squealing song of treasures found, his beloved
Truffle-O’s!
Ocean – lilting azure waves
sway of moon, clouds to hide before the tide
night touching blue – the earth and sky
caressing light – the darkest sea
only a moment
only salt rain
Tears – blue water waves rolling in
rain falling sweeping cross my face
winds of palms waving
I fly away
It came soft the dusk across your face,
glowing rosy pink
A setting sea that drank the day
with silence wildly
Your eyes became the outer lands
and sang the night of summer
Soft as sand a bed of grassy meadow
our hearts to bloom fragrantly
open as a flower
My home has no walls
My home has no walls to look upon
no roof to stave off wild beasts or tame the restless seas
no window glass, so clear my days to gaze
A soul to dwell in mystery
so soon my days to fly away
yet stand the oaks of long ago
watching children play
Morning wore a robe of clouded sun
rain washed the day away, til broke the sun again
hidden in a thicket brush sang a tiny bird
sweet songs to light the darkness
from this world
He had many cars
and slept sad each night alone
he drove love away
Polished stone, bare boned- rafters loomed above
silent owls swooped, black before the dawn
red wood carved with sorrow’s blood
masks to hide behind – some never found
So swift to pass upon the earth
ashes, silence underground
Diego painted the Santa Catalina’s
mountains now hung upon a wall
have found him glorious
in the lost barrio
Black fields – burning sun
fiery cauldron stirring
lava soaking earth
Viridian green
undersea sentient being
turtle touching me
Today the sun was not found
only rain amid the meadows
Thistle grew, poking through
clouds – til black of nightfall
Dark wingless bird, shadow of stillness
quiet as stars, so long ago forgiveness
and will it come, soon the dawn,
a day to breathe deeply lunged
or fly away my days born of green
ancient as a forest?
Wind shadows blow swift
cool smokey air lifts
clouds of dream, adrift
that come and go
Iridescent wings, sing
crows of summer
a murder in winter,
a frozen mirror,
melting in
Spring
Emerging greens, soiled leaves
grow skyward
to the sun
Blossomy buds have sprung
with fallen petals on the ground
fading into earth
changing forms
that can’t be
found
Fast her wild days ran tall as forest foxglove,
long the happy sun of wing full prayers and beating drums
grassy knees ripening green on summer’s lawn
honeycombed hideouts of laughing stings and bees
running long through wild meadows
pale of butter’s milky cream
a child’s face soft as flower petals
so quick to bud into full bloom
blushing in her rosy days
a swan soon flies to the wild unknown
there where an hourglass looks on
Music came singing to the sky
It seemed none could sing or fly so high
maybe some birds
like children’s laughter
a forgotten eternal spring,
a happiness
that comes and goes
forever calling
one home
As if out from a tunnel
the first light deafens silence
wings unfold the soul – whispering
Plain truth in words unspoken
so precious the moments
of being unbroken
So soon the rains come
wet, washing
another path
home