Full sails surrender to its mercy
Clouds grab hold for a ride
Rustling trees speak quietly when alone
Dandelions release their souls to the sky
Hope
Harvest of the Moon
Open arms greet reflections from above
Strangely brings warmth in the cold of night
Pathways illuminate before each step
Closing the gap between you and I
I Don’t Remember Falling Asleep
Give me your hand
Let’s go to valleys of colored glasses
Racing rain drops
Falling dreams, rising spirits
Pockets of sunshine dance
To the sound of ripened apricots
I lie in fields far from home
Retrieving morning songs, daybreak
I don’t remember falling asleep
Sakura
Floating somersaults take their time
Allowing a quick glance to turn into a long gaze
Simplicity’s breath painted in mid air
Captured in a photograph that lays to rest in my memory
Tucked away, later for safekeeping
Waiting for the right moment to resurface when needed most
To remind me of this feeling of beauty
Balancing the scales in hope’s favor, just enough
To allow me to endure and continue moving forward
Soulful Downtown Skylines
Running across bridges at dawn
Counting Mississippis holding my breath
Five days left, but who is really counting
Eventually everybody’s debts must be paid – one way or another
Rainbow reflections bouncing off glass signs
Fenced off vacant lots too high to scale
Soulful music suddenly plays from out of nowhere
As if my screenplay of life really needed it’s own soundtrack in the background
But I stop running for a moment, just to listen
To find myself alone in the middle of nowhere
The sun rises and peers through the downtown skyline
And I am able to find a smile on my face
And I keep running
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Originally posted September 15, 2015
Forty-Seven Cranes
Forty-seven cranes
Standing, staring
Red crowns, long legs
Necks outstretched
Wings spread
As a pebble skips through the water
Forty-seven take flight
All that’s left
Are whisps of air
From their departing wings
Originally posted August 3, 2016
Liquid Sunshine
Sudden rain storm as the sun watches
I tilt my head back and close my eyes
Liquid sunshine falls across my face
The world stops for just this moment
And waits as my fears are washed away
Tip Toeing Across Wet Cement
The sound of new keys added to key rings
Porch lights turned on for the very first time
Rooms filled with unopened boxes
Eating take out dinner on the floor the very first night
Fresh morning steps implanted in new neighborhoods
New faces, new places – greeted with smiles
Unfamiliar street names and storefronts before me
Leaving a trail of bread crumbs to find my way back home
Home – I like the sound of that
Inhaling new beginnings
Exhaling a breath of new life
Tip toeing across wet cement
Patiently taking my time settling in
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
Stone Statue Waiting
A stone statue stands among the trees
Green moss slowly finding its way
Long gazes uninterrupted
Dawn to dusk
Waiting patiently for your return
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