rOlLiNG My eYES

I need

To smile

I need

My freedom

I need

A full heart

I need

Bright light

I need

Life’s inspiration

I need

Your acceptance

I need

A silent heart

I need

Falling leaves

I need

Calm movement

I need

New music

I need

To dream

I need

To believe

I need

To be touched

I need

New words

I need

A free mind

I want

Your love

little snippets cinquain style poetry

Friends

Who hear

Will feel beauty

The light from within

The glowing radiance will

Shine

Music

Means nothing

Without trusted ears

An open heart wont

Hear

Flowers

Open slightly

The emerging beauty

Waits with patience for

Spring

Silence

Does vanish

And freedom escapes

And takes to flight

Forever

Fear

Is crushed

When one believes

Those invisible boundaries will

Break

Hours

Can pass

Minutes stand fixed

As time falls fast

Away

Mother Natures Dance

Today I sat underneath an aging spread of European elm trees with my beautiful friend Melanie, trams rattled past in the background, the smell of dust and damp leaves rose between us, boys rode on bikes, kids played in the park, old men strolled through the aging Edinburgh Gardens, the blue of the sky was broken by the white of the clouds and the warmth of the sun.   I know this moment was meant for us because to the naked eye these could have been trees just losing their leaves.  But to us it was like we were being showered in floating flecks of gold, each leaf twirled spiraling downward and toward us, the breeze was like music for the trees and they danced, showering us with golden leaves.   Below I have written a piece of poetry about this moment, called Mother Natures Dance.  

Thanks Melanie, for sharing a pure moment of nature showing its true and wondrous self.  I would not have wanted to share this with anyone else, you reminded me how each leaf was a singular moment of joy to be held onto forever.

MOTHER NATURES DANCE

for Melanie

 With you

I watched gold fall from the branches

Gravity pulled us down

And below the falling leaves

Our spirits were released

I saw the sun catch our hearts

As the wind caught my gaze

And I found floating in the dust

What I wasn’t looking for

I held tight to the stars rising in my throat

Hope washing over my darkness

With you

The leaves did fall

And with you the perfect moment

Fell between us

for the weak

Strength

                The rock with the hidden key

                The dream talking to the night

                The fragrance caught in the cupboard

                The song humming endless dreams

                The bird trembling in the rising ash

                The knowing drawn on the broken glass

                The past caught in the child’s tears

                The love cursed by devil tucked up my sleeve

Strength

Strawberry Picking

The underside of my inside

Is stuck between the release

Of breath that carries me forward

To whispers of my running feet

Echoed in the steps of the lyrebird

I fell in love with the current

Caught in your beat

And my heart fumbles

With your northerly wind

Bottled in the glass on the golden ledge

The crack opens oozing light from your pores

And the sunflowers kiss the morning sky

As ghosts burst in my eyes

Scattering the fear of broken dreams

Across your blue that calls for me

4am

4am wide awake 4am the sky won't shift 4am the heart does speak 4am you hear the fall 4am it knows you hear 4am no dreams to catch 4am a time to fight 4am 4am

impossible

The song is not mine

closing my eyes

feeling trapped in

the shards of a

broken song

the blind mans stick

worn from seeing

his vision deeper

than mine

my ticket

only rides the one

direction 

dream january 9

Crickets chirping

As the breath slowly exhales

Street lights flicker

Like broken images in the reflecting glass

You whisper into the night

To never forget this darkness

That is draped like crushed velvet

Across the night

And the thought

This darkness is the reminder you will never shift

the crying birds

2012 meets me with surprise, 2012 meets me with words, 2012 meets me

the crying birds

sung for the fallen one

that dropped from the moon’s eye

dressed in plain clothes

their wails filled the morning sky

dreams meet dawn’s first glance

like the fallen wings on my windowsill

paper thin

Today's Love