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
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
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
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
.
Layer upon layer in time
A pearl of a different making
Not dangled on necks nor lobes
Weighing heavy, out of sight
.
Carved out, released from hiding
Scars left behind in its wake
Benign whispers lay softly down
Dripping reminders of another day
Aspens leaves
Harmonizing with the wind
Waiting in line for the lead
Soft background music lingers
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
Unraveled thoughts
Long uneven roads rolled out ahead
Inclines mirror declines
But they never feel the same
Different bottoms with identical faces
And I realized that sometimes downhills are tougher than up
Momentum and gravity pull
Only a fall can slow me down
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
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
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
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