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
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
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
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
Wind chimes lost in the distance
Birds flying south for the winter
The last leaf to fall from a tree
Fleeting autumn sighs that blend with the wind
Emptiness caught in a moment of time
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Originally posted September 5, 2015
She took black and white photos
Her lense searching for a cure
Zooming in and out of a life that felt alone
Despite the perfect picture in a shiny frame
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She took black and white photos
Because it was easier not to feel
A reflection of herself inside
Looking colorless in a mirror
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She took black and white photos
Would the color ever return?
Waking each morning to capture the sunrise
Hoping one day the sun would appear
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Originally posted August 18, 2015
Breathless
Unable to see through the haze
Swimming in the layers of my memories
Images pass by
One by one my head turns
Watching my life in rewind
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Originally posted June 23, 2015
Soft blades of grass
Pillowed beneath my head
My hand shields the sun from my eyes
Rays soak through the cracks between my fingers
Making me squint just a bit
No breeze to be found
The thick heat, frozen in the air
Unable to move, it waits and stares
It has all the time in the world
To sit and keep me company
It’s quiet, almost too quiet
Even if I were miles away
The sound of stillness would be the same
At least it would be on this day, today
I remain silent
Even if I wanted to speak
My lips would move
But no sound would emerge
Because today is not a day of voices, not today
There will be plenty of tomorrows to be heard
Instead I float, suspended in time
Living in just this moment while it lasts
*Originally posted August 15, 2015
Falling rain
Each drop free falling faster than the next
The sound of a million needles splashing on my skin
Tiny droplets reverb in the background
A lonely melody emerges
Puddles of lost voices begin to sing
Their faint voices, distant
Burrow deep inside and stay with me
And I’m certain
There will never be a storm like this again
But I will always hear this song
Whenever it rains
Originally posted August 22, 2015
Blades of grass follow the morning sun
It floats as if tethered by a balloon string, held back from flying away
Silhouettes pass against the fiery yellow and orange, one by one
And out of the corner of my eye, I catch my shadow reach out, yearning
But like the morning sun, he is tethered and remains
Like blades of grass, with eyes that can only follow
Left only to dream of what might have been
Originally posted October 19, 2015
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