Waking with the ringing sound
Of a song I once held dearest
Though I try to turn around
Its a call I can’t now resist
Another grey sun I face
Pulling on the perfect old rags
Consuming each bitter trace
Seeing fools wearing binding tags
Escaping through this worlds door
Into a landscape as empty
As the one the heart-blind search for
knowing there’s nothing left to be
Walking roads of choaking dust
Breathing air of isolation
Seeking out the river’s trust
To empty heart’s desolation
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First Drowning
Stepping into the cool shadows
Beneath the blackened underside
Of the dark coal bridge’s shelter
A slight sancutary beneath
An unexpected voice startles
Though sweet, it inspires quick flight
Leaping forward from the round rocks
Dropping through the air helplessly
Swallowed by the river’s hunger
Fast moving water pulling down
Forcing direction to be lost
Moving against all force mustered
Breath held tightly is drawn outward
As the many moments burn away
Thoughts all obscured by survival
Cold water flowing into lungs
A rock sends deep, red pain through skull
Cutting consciousness to one thread
Before red deepens to pure black
Welcome arms quickly encircle
Rising against the swift motion
Lifted gently with urgency
Breaking the surface and coughing
At last losing all consciousness
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Breath of Sight
The voice weaving through the air
A whisper of penetrating concern
Familiar and clearly new
A thread cutting deep to heal deep, broad wounds
Eyes flicker over water
Moving ice in its too-bright, blinding haste
Cooling shadows wash the eyes
Breath lost to flooding now replaced by awe
Fine, brown strands drip as syrup
A sweet static stream following the curves
Down cheeks, chin, neck and shoulders
Seeping into the loose, deep blue below
Darkened by clear light, it clings
A close, thin, cloudless sky of woven thread
Seeds on winds softly collide
New white, bursting stars on the soft, strong height
Eyes at last rise and lock still
Welcoming liquid flame, leaves crystalized
A cool dark tunnel centered
Leading to the essence of everything
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Singing The Threads
Voices and words hover and drift
Popping bubbles on fingertips
Sounds with slight echos match our thoughts
An emerging song’s first heard notes
A familiar and unknown name
Voiced emotions seep out quickly
Silence pushed aside for first truths
Reflected back with clarity
Voices now weaving together
Into a moving, pulsing cord
Blue and green, twisting and melting
A thread of inate compassion
The air between rippled with heat
Light breifly hitting a clear strand
Encircling for a moment
What we both feel is pulling us
Words flow freely from soul to soul
Causing roots to lengthen and hold
Onto the rich soil of like hearts
Drawing more strength from souls to grow
One forever-thread floating still
On the breeze of sunset and noise
Moves freely to the first goodbye
A promise of each new first light
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Awake Moments Later
Will my eyes never close now?
Can I ever fall asleep
With the crashing waves of you
Flowing around in my head?
It’s not been more than hours
Yet I yearn to have you near
To feel the soft breeze around
As when your voice brushed my ears
Now there’s emptiness within
Without you inside my heart
Filling with hope and wonder
Every open cave of mine
It hasn’t been that long yet
Since I saw the light you hide
Somewhere deep within your soul
But I pray to see your eyes
Thoughts disolve the sleep I need
Tiredness means nothing though
Aching and longing are more
With this void for them to fill
The waves seep slowly from eyes
A slow, inverted ocean
Flowing back into rivers
Fading coldly as they fall
Where have you been hidden now?
You were all I could see then
Now I cling to memories
Of the moments that just passed
Sleep drifts into me at last
The white clouds of sleep whisper
Nothing but your ringing name
Echoing as drops of rain
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Windows and Hallways
A light shadow in the window
Sheilding from the brightening sun
Waking eyes behind tight closed lids
Lowering a mind back to sleep
Soft tapping fingers shake the glass
The sound pulls curtains from his eyes
As his vision clears, Roth sees her
Perched on the limb of an old oak
True smiles appear as reflections
A mere beat of light separates
The easy movement of deep drops
Collectors of the scattered light
He lifts the pane and she crawls in
Her warmth filling his room and mind
Hands and eyes, fingertips and thoughts
Voiceless messages fly between
A silent house withdraws from them
Moving the cold, closed rooms away
Only a cloud of sunlight stays
To hold the two locked in embrace
The sweetest voice radiates out
Swift from her mouth toward his ears
A fresh whisper energizing
Thier lips freeing only two names
Grania and Roth, the words echo
And ripple with the unspoken
As walls reappear around them
They open the door to hallways
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Our River
Floating in this slower river
Clothed in its cool, swirling fabric
Blocking the too-hot fire drops
Streaming from the dry sun above
Drifting without a direction
Our arms around each other’s back
Keeping us from moving apart
Even slowly in the current
The cool dark of the bridge above
Moves over us and eyes open
To the blue-black calm surrounding
To the brittle fire-licked pillars
Arms as fluid as the water
Pulling closer in the dim light
Fingertips as subtle as well
In their eddying and soft flow
Lips as surf bubbles colliding
Gentle yet deeply explosive
Breaking to breathe for a moment
Then reforming more rapidly
Emerging back into the heat
Too soon to maintain the new robes
Both cooled and heated by water
Together melting into shade
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Green Walk
Walking slowly in the green shade
The cool of a blistering summer
Around us like a soaking rain
Breathed in, it lightens soul and bodies
Connected by two hands, in sight
By souls and all we will breathe, in truth
Bare feet slowly press the damp moss
Bare souls weave through the leaves and their limbs
The green glow lights your perfect face
While we sit and let words spill freely
Dripping into our opened ears
Complementing our eyes’ deeper song
When the sun rises high above
We turn from orange light to linger
In the closeness of this midday joy
Moss a pillow, arms a blanket close
As lids fall, flowers’ scent flows in
On a breeze warm with the petal-wings
Sleep entering a grove in soft motion
Swirling around the only breathing
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Heart-Grove
Rest deep with in my heart here
Where you’ll always be welcomed
Where a home for you I’ll keep
Until my arms can hold you
An open grove of protective love
In the forest of my growing heart
Softest moss for your slumbering
Soft light to show your beauty
The deep burning of my soul
Will be the fire to warm you now
And the calm breeze of my love
To bring you scents of restfullness
From all storms may branches shelter
Your sacred, perfect, glowing soul
When burning sun would sear you
May you find green shade abundant
In deepest night, moon-lit we lie
Taking comfort in the stars above
Though not as bright as the light
Leaping from our tight-locked eyes
And as we drift along to sleep
As close as my every aching thought
This circle of whitest birch
Our home beyond the waking world
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Well
With a white moon above us
Cold water and grey stones
Lending us their momentary
Protection from the world
Sinking deeper into calm
Flickering eyes now closed
Mouths opened, breaths shared
Webs of moon-lit hair aflame
Nothing between, water around
Holding on to the embrace
Of the promised, witnessed end
To the first leaves of time
Slow movements in the silence
Hands joining, combining heat
Fingers clasping, ever willing
The parting to never come
Though as the hours drip away
The moon it leaves, darkening
And the encroaching dawn emerges
To shatter the moving dream