Velvet dragonflies rest on softening thorns
Dandelions swim among words left unspoken
What the moon gives at 2am softens time
Somewhere maybe roses are blooming at night
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Lost spells are left unspoken until then
Our thoughts are our tribe we wear around our wrists
We have a way of fitting inside our words
Mothering time as we meander our way back
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November 28, 2023
Hanging from a clothesline, embraced by the sun
Tilted head, warmth simmers against my face
A gentle silence comforts the passing time
Pages turn slowly, seconds take their time dripping into my veins
Calm’s peace keeps me company, together sharing the afternoon sun
It starts only as a whisper
From a distance, under your breath
Unheard, it becomes lost in time
But never to sleep, never to lie
Quietly pushing forward, on its own time
Patience, cradled closely against its chest
The warmth of a heartbeat, bringing life
Until the sound of a fallen leaf gently touching the ground
Sets in motion a convergence of time
A long journey home, it begins
While I stand still, silently holding my breath
Waiting for the sea swell to arrive
Outlines of hidden sounds
Roads that lead to messages written in the sand
A collection of promises turn yellow with age
Spools of fleeting thread unravel in the wind
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An unlikely reunion of open doors and closed windows
Their asymmetric lyrics an endless midnight song
Orphaned mirror reflections, missing without a feeling of loss
Underground resistance, a crossing saved for another day
The voice in my head
Sounds familiar tones, luring words
An encouragement to drift to times long gone
Another chance to grasp
A found opportunity to connect
To the ink of my past that colors my soul
Permanent, yet invisible
Except when I hear that voice in my head
Reflections linger at my fingertips
Between sighs, just enough time to inhale
Seen through my eyes looking back at me
In front of me and the back of my mind begin to blur
Then and now overlap in real time
Clouding my next few seconds, in a haze
I wait at the crossroads of nostalgia and my next breath
Not knowing which will linger longer
Wind tunnels blow loose files
That catch currents down steam
Left, out of sight, not out of mind
Still surrounding my every day
It comes from the north during winter
Weighs heavy on my mind
Deafening sounds of silence and of solitude
A test of wills, against the grind
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Turn inside out, to let outside in
Thickening skin on both sides
On my own, seeking daylight
Just me on the line
Secret passages betray sight and sound
What we see is never clear in broad daylight
Ashes in search of darkened songs
Peach blossom parables contrast in compare
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A room made of leaves waiting for the wind
Pond swimming in the rain by moonlight
Summers choose beautiful highways into the light
A collection of brilliance fleeting from shore
Unable to unwind the fog
The day drapes over my shoulders
Absorbing through layers
The color grey tugs at me
And I’m left waiting for the colors of sunrise
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