Promise

marked snow path scattered with the rising ground

the night myth

setting sun captures the rose clouds

grey rolling they regret their passage into dusk

take back the twilight sky spilling it's purple belly

on the face of the snow

I'll take care of it until you return

the saddest song

companion birds soar in dual hopes

sheltered in the armored branches of swaying pines

turned into a dark garden paradise

the last licking translucent rays of sundown

I'll keep it for you until you return

Tall pines sway the night at the edge of a cliff

on the night you left without a trace

and with it all my brand new hopes

The seasons change and days stay the same

Rain

knocks the door about glass taps raps and cracks

jazzy piano sluggishly mimics the humid breeze

thick clumps of tangled weeds

heading straight for the barbed wire

on a pale white charmed life

subversive sun drowns no words, no fears

finding faith in the boundaries

of a silently

sinking

sunset

for all the times you made me a thousand times better

better start over with a head full of joy

and a home blooms

like love in spring

Cedar Sleep Still Water

bullets carved thwarted solitude

solemn dark drapes

shut in the room

glowing outline inverted by the slight light

able to pass through

offered a hand touched soft twilight

the end of the day...

at night..marauding monsters insane and choking

faded into mist

blue mist, comforting patterns of flowers

able to pass through

or fall into dreaming

by a rocking chair

a slightly warm breeze

there on unfolding vistas of slumber

stand off

The barrier smokes

uncollected scraps

the wreckage contains several recipes for hate

began by love, scattered souls ascend

to a paradox of paradise

in the proud face of decision

we just pay the boatman for passage

never asking questions

we sing out to a rare bird

and are forced to swallow words

making the long march

making the journey through the arch

intact we see, sense not a thing

feel the shadows crawling

leaving their mist in our eyes

we sing out to a passerby

but make no noise at all

A Reflection

The softest sigh

tears through the rain fields of an overcast 17 sky

diamonds shatter glinting points flash patterns

rippled wind waves

emerge from rising sun

what would I call you if I could call you again?

two doors down, three more days of this

where have we been?

regardless of so many mistakes set in slow motion

it never makes it easy to see you go

uncomitted clouds

trailing tails leaving fingerprints and azure arcs

in the distance there

so high there

through the plastic coated web of wires

that segregate the sky

and house so many words....

so much noise

there on a trembeling hill with arms held high

shouting "brighter now"

and even if they could stay forever

in these tall grasses

hidden

as the world and all it's gold drifts by

and even if all the unseen spaces

were suddenly made visible

the chance arisen to contain and rectify

so many mistakes made in slow motion

even then...

even if it was never they but we

even then

I'd wait in low reeds to catch just a glimpse

of that smiling face again.

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mirrors worth a thousand memories

the after image red in retaining

retire the passerby and bury me deep

now cover the spot with wax

and trace a path with the wet licked tip of your finger

for the spirit to travel

ever after the stained walls wavering

ever after that room where she lay stretched out on cold stone

what were those archaic books?

and in what language was that did I hear you smile?

float forgetful and bury me deep

Are you now rising where we last set?

met first and ended up?

Are you prizing your victory for never showing up?

tidal trials and you know I can't skip rocks

any further then I can swing from trees

I want you to know where I lay.

Thief

receiving reflection

dated past lines in the face

worn out, cared for constructed patterns of love

laughing

but over these lines, holes and canyons of pain

knowledge best borrowed

truth best forgotten

she sweetly shakes the snow

from her soft brown

whispering hair