Rhythm of Leaving

After wandering for lifetimes

Letting cracked rear view mirrors shatter and scatter in the wind

No longer looking for rays of light from underneath closed doors

Finding a place to come back to

Even before that place discovered

Creating a rhythm of leaving then coming back, leaving then coming back

A return to the comfort of stillness

Until the whisper of restlessness calls my name once more

Momentum and Gravity Pull

Unraveled thoughts

Long uneven roads rolled out ahead

Inclines mirror declines

But they never feel the same

Different bottoms with identical faces

And I realized that sometimes downhills are tougher than up

Momentum and gravity pull

Only a fall can slow me down

The Essence of Your Voice

I teeter as I walk the line

The wind of your voice unstables each step

I stumble, barely catching myself before the fall

And I begin to realize the gap between our last glance widens with each breath

Still, the essence of your voice lingers, never to be erased

Never Scratching the Surface

The fog of my days searching for light

The darkness of my nights seep through cracks into my days

Overlapping suggestions and impressions coexist

The “can’t seem to remembers”

Mix with “unable to forgets”

Remembering a thousand different ways

Never scratching the surface

A Slow Churn

Without notice

A moment becomes a linger

A slow churn turns while standing perfectly still

Flickering lights catch my ear

Causing wandering eyes to turn

But sauntering gazes move slowly

And connections sometimes are never met

Gone, as if never appeared

The emptiness of blown candles in the air

Silence remains in its wake

Yet I am certain it was there

Voices at Night

Quiet of night

Sometimes scream out to me

Hands covering my ears

Voices penetrating through the cracks of my fingers

 

I see your face

But am unable to call out to you

Maybe it’s for the best

You wont want to hear what I have to say

 

One day I’ll have the courage to tell you

Tell you everything

Until then

I’ll just watch you walk away in silence

 

Originally posted June 13, 2015

 

At a Stand Still Looking Back

Midnights in slow motion

The deafening sound of a moment turning a page

I wonder how I am able to stand so still

Yet in a split second

A blink of an eye

Yesterdays begin to pile up behind me

Unable to reach back

They fade

And I wonder if they’ve become wasted moments in time

 

*Originally posted June 12, 2015

A Season of Migration

Walking in aimless circles

With half of the yellow sun

A season of migration

Destination anywhere

Journey to the edge of the night

 

Fractured karma

Stolen prayers

Paper moons avoid burning candles

A reunion of familiar ghosts follow me

Sharing stories that can’t be untold

 

Bright lights

An alarm clock sings

A jolt opens my eyes

Looking far into the distance

The road ahead shorter than behind

 

White pigeons

Crimson wings

Muted sirens in the sky

A new companion for the journey

Each day is now alive

 

Originally posted July 31, 2015