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

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

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

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

Sighs to the Wind

The curve of my line

Falls like dominos in reverse

One step leads to the next

And I find myself standing upright

Until the next sigh from the flower to the wind is released

Letting me know it’s ok to lie down

The sound of lullabies that my eyelids cannot resist

Sends pieces of peace along the jagged edges

Soothing the fall for now

Yesterday and Tomorrow

Open palms

Reveal lifelines deep and long

Tracing memories

Searching for now

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Deep in silence

Fingertips inch across rings on trees

Counting years takes seconds

Where did time go

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Measuring life

Longer behind than ahead

Cherishing moments

An embrace of yesterday and tomorrow

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Originally posted July 2, 2020