Today Not a Day of Voices

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

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Avalanche of Sighs

An avalanche of sighs

Falls across my path

A surge rises and covers my thoughts

Clouding my vision momentarily

Senses heightened

I allow the embrace

As changing seasons turn

I fall to my knees, surrendered

Then in an instant, it’s gone

I am by myself, but not alone

Remnants remain

The aftertaste of the moment lingers

Moments of Escape

The sound of whitewash slowly reaching the sand

Seagulls gracefully gliding overhead

Trees rustling, leaves singing a beautiful melody

Tall grass bending with the sound of the wind

Quiet buildings’ stoic shadows

Strewn from streetlights in the midnight hour

The beautiful echoes of silence

Sitting in a pew of an empty church

Bending down, closing my eyes

Smelling grapes in the middle of a vineyard

These memories of quiet moments

Such a beautiful escape

As I manage through my busy days

*Originally posted June 12, 2015

Whiskey Haze

Whiskey from coffee mugs

A haze masked with a smile

Voices settle in the backseat, sleeping

No longer whispering in my ear, at least for tonight

A slow sip

A quick swallow

The warmth of yesterday’s footsteps trickle down my throat

As I watch sheer window curtains blow with the cool wind, silently

Sun rays try to seep in, sunrise or sunset, not quite sure which

My lids lower under the weight of a thousand pounds

And I join them in slumber, at peace for now

 

Originally posted September 26, 2015

Listening to a Forest

I’ve been lost in a bamboo forest

Surrounded by tall spears of silence

Inhaling my voice

Quiet’s handprint left upon my chest

 

I’ve descended through cloud forests

Carving through hazy white shrouds

Below, unseen and unknown

Ears becoming my eyes, seeing more then, then on clearest of days

 

I’ve walked among giant sequoia trees

Safety under their looming shadows

Branches reaching out, scooping me up into an embrace

Hymns of wisdom slowly rising among their choir

 

Nature’s silence

Beauty’s peace

Listening, growing, living

A time to become

 

Originally posted October 2, 2015

 

 

Buried in Lost Ruins

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

 

 

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