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

 

Cusco Moments

Burnt orange rooftops

Shadowed alleys, stairways leading up

Fresh lime wedges squeezed on ceviche

Stretched out in courtyards enjoying the sun

Patina tower tops against a backdrop of drifting clouds

Alpaca softness against my skin

Focusing on children’s smiles through camera lenses 

Inca Trail memories still simmering in my head

.

Originally posted August 14, 2015

A Walk Through Pere Lachaise 

Following spray painted arrows on concrete stones

A flower child spins in circles, creating tie dye swirls, looking up, dancing for the sky

A mosaic of flower petals fit neatly together on the ground where they fell

Smoke from burning incense floats, creating cloud formations at our knees

Hints of the past emerge, a resurrection of another time

But this moment soon blows away

The dance ends

Petals are swept with the wind

The smoke melts into the ground

And I continue on my way, following spray painted arrows, but not empty handed

 

Originally posted October 15, 2015