Crossing Saved for Another a Day

Outlines of hidden sounds

Roads that lead to messages written in the sand

A collection of promises turn yellow with age

Spools of fleeting thread unravel in the wind

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An unlikely reunion of open doors and closed windows

Their asymmetric lyrics an endless midnight song

Orphaned mirror reflections, missing without a feeling of loss

Underground resistance, a crossing saved for another day

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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

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

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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

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

Reflections off the Curve

Harmony’s smooth surface

Reflections off the curve

Sunlight bounces from scene to scene

Yesterday’s mirror found in a random moment of the day

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I can’t hold myself back

Stepping into photographs one foot at a time

Poloroid frames no longer fit in my hand

The feeling of yesterday all over again