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
Dreams cascade like tumbling moments waiting to be captured
Watching through the rain, my mind wanders between each drop
Stillness awaits, layers of air gently rest one upon another in comforting silence
I lie in anticipation, waiting for a gentle nudge to be awakened
My backwards and forwards share the same footsteps, following me wherever I go
Without paper
I write on brick walls
Etching thoughts through tired fingertips
Flowing words curve as if lured by invisible stencils
Hugging downward sloping lyrics
Enough momentum to seek the afternoon sun
Hope and nostalgia coupled in a dance
In perfect harmony, trading leads between them
Continuing on like this, over and over
Thirsting for a never-ending symphony
Not wanting to hear the last note fade
Staring at the sun
Feeling the burn in my eyes
I look away to blank canvas walls
To find emerging shapes suspended in mid-air, floating
Outlined in muted silence
A warm taste radiates, piercing through the lines
Face to face, holding it’s gaze, I inhale
Holding it’s life deep within my lungs
Pausing at the burn
Not wanting to exhale
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