Trek’s Beginning

Orange glows behind summit’s silhouette

Brisk cold air crawling up my skin

The smell of coffee as I bring the cup to my lips

A quiet stillness only found outside city walls

 

I lift my pack and feel the weight on my shoulders

It hurts and feels good at the same time

Exhilaration of a trek’s beginning

Anticipation of summit view’s that take my breath away

 

Looking up

Exhaling

My first step

Here we go

 

 

A Silent Destruction

In the depths inside of me

It sits there

Making itself comfortable

Making me uncomfortable

Pinching and churning

Each movement reminding me of its existence

Or worse, my helplessness

It wont let go

It’s tight grip holding

Clenched hands shaking

It’s difficult to breathe

My heart races

My stomach aches

Thoughts race at the speed of light

Ricocheting off the walls inside my head

Unable to control what’s inside of me

A silent destruction

Inside, pain and chaos

Outside, an expressionless face

Trapped

Locked without a key

Either it stays with me forever

Or I find the strength to release it

I need to find the courage

To allow myself to forgive

 

 

Time Chasing

Gas tanks that fall below E

A dying ember’s faint glow

Holding my breath underwater, two minutes and counting

Falling grains of an empty hourglass

 

Ten miles away, a meeting started minutes ago

Locked doors, closed signs hanging in the window

Running through terminals, airplanes leaving

Standing on a platform, watching your train pull out of the station

 

I reach out to grab it

To hold and contain it

It eludes me

Running in the distance

Causing me to chase

 

A marathon’s race impossible to win

 

Buried in Lost Ruins

Mornings when I rise

The world is a different place

Mine is overflowing

With words never been said

 

Light switches that do not work

Chasing cats inside long shadows

Can’t change what has already been done

Only bury them in lost ruins

 

Tangled thoughts colliding at the speed of nowhere

Bartering for my peace of mind

Empty hands inside empty pockets

Nothing to offer in return

 

 

Before I Fall

Mornings when I rise

The world is a different place

Mine is overflowing

With words never been said

 

Light switches that do not work

Chasing cats inside long shadows

Can’t change what has already been done

Only bury them in lost ruins

 

Tangled thoughts colliding at the speed of nowhere

Bartering for my peace of mind

Empty hands inside empty pockets

Nothing to offer in return

 

The Flute Player of Sedona

A flute player danced

A desert dance to red silhouettes

Moonlight celebrations

Raining ancient melodies

That touch my ears for the very first time

 

Orchestral echoes linger in the air, dripping

My cup held out with both hands

Collecting drops of silvery sweetness one by one

So that I may drink and quench my thirst

And feel the life of my youth once again

 

Red silhouettes stand overhead

Even in the darkness, I can see their eyes

Our gazes embrace

Bringing a feeling of safety, never felt before

A silent strength transferred by its touch

 

As the melodies softly fade

I am released

The dance concludes

The flute player plays his final note

Forever touched by the flute player of Sedona

Rivers Running Their Course

Silent rivers

Running their course

We always imagined they would flow forever

We never looked far enough ahead

To know that eventually they would run dry

 

As we watch the water slowly trickle out

We look back and wonder if the rain will fall again

We need to replenish our souls

To give us hope for more tomorrows

 

We stand and wait

And soon we understand the coming truth

That the riverbed will remain dry

Only our tear drops are left to fall

 

As tears flow

They slowly run down the dry riverbed

Just to feel the drops one more time

Makes it easier to close my eyes this final time

The Photo Not Taken

Looking through the lens

Adjusting

Focusing

Searching for the perfect scene

Waiting for the precise moment and light

Capture to captivate

The moment slowly begins to emerge

A change of heart

My grip loosens

Its full weight hangs around my neck

Instead I pause to let it soak in

Feeling its presence

Inhaling, smelling the simplicity

Tasting the natural beauty

As a choir sings silence in the background

An imprinted experience to last a lifetime

Silently Fallen

Silently the tree fell

The slow cracked sound

An aching echo

If only, somebody heard the fall

Embracing nature’s fate

Lying still, waiting for nightfall to descend

The sun’s hands cradle his head

Strokes his ancient face

Singing a lullaby

Asking for a peaceful slumber