Drifting
drifting
then to now
now to then,
in and out
climbing through my
delicate web,
ready to fray
tomorrow’s heart
within today,
time has no space
it ebbs
it flows
interlace,
the thoughts i cling to
ghosts become hope
noise screams silence,
deep places
changed faces,
in and out
my fragile web
strands of life
stretched over years
in and out
out and in
to end to begin,
drifting
in the heart of my heart
and the soul of my soul
in the breath of my breath
and the thoughts of my thoughts
there is a place
untouched
a sacred realm;
unspoken
unseen
a virgin space,
it knows me
it keeps who i am
safe within
a sanctuary,
it is my core
it is only for me.
Beautiful
what is beauty.
the moon above a leopard tree
indigo sky
a leathered face
pain
saxophone blowing into the night
rain,
fragrant petals crushed and bruised
timeless words
dusty books
yellow stains
broken keys
shaky hands
dark pools
silent words
stars
lovers
fire
heat
salt on air
fallen grief
beautiful
Walking the line
the line is thin
between power and weakness
sanity and madness
joy and sadness,
the line blurs
between faith and fear
right and wrong
gentle and strong,
the line extends
from compassion to unity
love to serenity
and tenderness to strength,
the line divides
good from bad
dark from light
hooded from sight.
you write the line
My squirrels are dancing now 