Nostalgia Crossroads

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

Me On the Line

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

Fleeting Brilliance from Shore

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

Backwards and Forwards Through Raindrops

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

Hope and Nostalgia

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

A Warm Taste Radiates

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

Benign Release

Encased in its hardened shell, it grows

Patience and time it’s lifeblood

Sitting in silence, waiting not wanting

No rush for air or breath of light

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Layer upon layer in time

A pearl of a different making

Not dangled on necks nor lobes

Weighing heavy, out of sight

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Carved out, released from hiding

Scars left behind in its wake

Benign whispers lay softly down

Dripping reminders of another day