Hanging from a clothesline, embraced by the sun
Tilted head, warmth simmers against my face
A gentle silence comforts the passing time
Pages turn slowly, seconds take their time dripping into my veins
Calm’s peace keeps me company, together sharing the afternoon sun
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
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
Holding gazes with the sun
Warmth cradles my face
And blinds me just enough to continue on
He called out
He waited, but the echo never returned
Instead he was greeted with the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end
Poking needles, a reminder of yesterday
How the sun rose in the sky, but never found the horizon to lay its head down at day’s end
The sun only waited and watched from above, trying to understand the hidden meanings that sometimes do not exist
Overcomplicating the simplicity of the moment
We are no better off reading tea leaves in a tiny cup
Floating in hot water
Steeping again and again, void of flavor and color
Drying spent leaves in the heat of the sun brings no salvation nor reprieve
They forever remain tasteless and grey
Instead, release the anxious sun, cycles need to complete
Allowing days to end, new yesterdays to birth
So a response can be heard the next time we call out
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Originally posted October 12, 2015
The feeling of dusk settles on my skin
I drift from dancing with sun rays
To humming soft melodic sighs by twilight
I find myself lured into the shadow of the moon
And I feel strangely comforted by its embrace
*Originally posted June 24, 2015
Silently the tree fell
The slow cracked sound
An aching echo
If only, somebody heard the fall
Embracing nature’s fate
Lying still, waiting for nightfall to descend
The sun’s hands cradle his head
Strokes his ancient face
Singing a lullaby
Asking for a peaceful slumber
Sunlight illuminates through a stain glass window
Finding me at just the right moment
Colorful rays piercing through the darkness
Warm sensations awaken me
It feels like a million needles pricking my skin
Painful to the touch
But a better feeling than not feeling at all
A hand reaches out
Covers my face
And gently lifts my lids
They reach out to take my hands
Slowly helping me to rise
Guiding me on my first step
To renewal
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