Saturday, August 9, 2014

Of Falling Leaves and Owl Feathers

I wake up inside the dream I become conscious and still I am asleep. The world around me becomes a symphony, the prince and his horse ride through the forest, of green moss and moon light, and he picks me up on his horse, never stopping to think about it, he just knows I am the love.

I wake up in the palace, the music hall, each instrument lamenting the marriage of the princess to her love. The sorrows and the past begin to fall around me and only the two of us are standing.

The owl feather falls onto the harp. It makes simple sound and calls out to the gods to give us the power to love together, to wake up the magic together. To wake up souls that were forbidden that weren’t to be touched weren’t to be connected in this life time, too magic too powerful and yet their passions pull them together.

The falling of the two into the abyss of love only wakes up their magic further. There is no time to pause for a moment except to move forward. We do this for each other so that we can move forward and face each other into the pink candle that burns on the ocean floor. The candle that calls us into compassion.

Night will come and day will take us away to another world another planet another moon and stars. Let the bird’s tail flit against the bass. Call to the jazz dancers and flapper girls to raise a class of gin and tonic and laugh into the night.

The cat’s whiskers twist and turn on the guitar. Let the golden leaves fall in the mist and waving and dropping against the violin strings. They morn our singleness and strike out a path that makes us united with the universe and its energies.

I’ll put the charcoal against the slate and draw humans dancing to the sound that nature makes. The slate along the sea shore; the seashore against the piano the strings slice the water a water that will soon be extinct unless we rise back up from the falling love is taking us there.

A symphony of nature and I sing, as I walk along the shore, my percussion the rocks rolling together under the water, under my feet; tigers and lions roar in my soul, in my soul the wild animals run and race my music fills that round goblet in the wave and I walk on through the echoes of the birds.

I have sang all day like I wasn’t scared of the sound of my voice, I loved like I wasn’t afraid of the repercussions. I wasn’t weak in the knees with the sound of my voice scratching and moaning untrained.

There are voices in the distance of fae and gnomes playing between the trees and mine was one of them the wind was chorus of children with voices as crisp as a falling maple leaf. The nape of my neck accepts your fingers the small hairs a-line with touch and hunger.

The sea spiders, like small eyes against the rocks run away from my step, rock to rock, like a note on the music staff and may all your dreams come true and may all your heart aches lead to love so strong the ropes around your heart, the hemp rope, like those on the sailing ship in the harbour, release and let all your doves fly into the sky and all the sea birds fly above your heart pulling your strings moving you like a dancer Rising back up from the falling in love, may it let you rise back up again.

I tip toe over the rocks and cliffs where the birds fly below me. I would die if I fell, that’s where I feel alive today, that’s where I want to go and be at one with space and time and happiness. The symphony for breakfast, for dinner, for supper, with waffles and whip cream but you’re allergic to wheat and whip cream so you have to be excited for everyone else and somewhere your heart is sad for yourself.


Rising and falling on the symphony of love.

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Sea Glass

not my photo
After two days
Of powerful energy
Comes a day of weakness
Fall on my knees
Admit defeat

Just a day
Though
Just a day
For tomorrow
I will
Be strong again

Over bottle caps
And broken glass
Rubbed against the sea

Through the air
Breathed by lords and ladies
Ticking with time
Love the only counter

After 16 years
Of great fighting
Wars against
My own soul
I admit defeat
And victory
All at once

Fall if only
To rise again
I will rise
Be strong again

Over sandy beaches
Water warn
Calluses against the sea

Over fields
Of chirping crickets
Symphonies
Pushing me along

After decades
The heart rests
A day or two

Let it know
The ticking of its own
Its own voice

Let your heart sing
Let each vibrato
Echo through
Your small apartment
Let your voice
Caress your soul

Over bottle caps
And broken glass
Rubbed against the sea

Over sandy beaches
Water warn
Calluses against them all



Monday, August 4, 2014

Tears

The deserts are dry
And the camels
Walk across the sand
In hopes of water
A tear drop
Whets their tongue
And they step a little farther
Spend years
In the desert
And when asked
How they survived

They said “we lived on tears”

Saturday, July 26, 2014

Compose Me

We dance
on the sheet of rain
that takes over
the planet

the weather man said
the whole planet
is raining
the whole earth
cloud covered

hearts are crying
it’s one of those days
our evil parts
out run our senses

I hear the rain drop
in my hair
each drop plays
a stringed instrument

I remember
the little white flowers
blowing in the wind
and I heard the symphony

I remember the time
we fell into
the wedding box
Bound to our life mates

Compose me
Compose me
like a song
like a love song

And then the rose petals
Fell like a sheet of rain
From the brides
Bouquet

We dance
On the raining roses
that fall over
the planet

the music will course
though me like a lover
holding tight to my skin
he speaks his songs

A seed in my heart
A golden pebble
That  grows
Into a beautiful tree of hearts

Compose me
Compose me
like a song
like a love song

The gold petals
Fall like a sheet of rain
From the gods crown
And the seeds of the heart

Begin to grow
Across the earth
And we dance

On an earth of gold


Sunday, July 20, 2014

Now enter love,,,

Let my kind hands
Be the kind hands of love
Don’t let love
Hurt my palms anymore

I believe
I will love me
Through the vacant lots
And my lost heart

Last night
I dreamed of my marriage
And know I was
In the shadow of love

The fatal image
Of hearts
Touching
Even when apart

A love so strong
That we are buried side by side
We never leave
Each others side

As I wake in dark places
Most only see on sunny days
Beaches in snowstorms
Museums in the dark of night

I begin to know
That I am with me
And you will follow
Like a knight

Now enter peace

Now enter love

Saturday, July 19, 2014

A Woman like Me

Once up on time
On the street in b’town
Rivers of roses
Bloomed in my front yard

I watched the roses in the mall
But, I had my own
In my front yard
Like pedaled rainbows

They grow like a path
For him to follow
And he sees me
Sees my thorns and my flowers

Let his love
Love a woman like me
Bring him home
To my arms

I put my fingers in his
Our palms touch
Everybody’s been there before
But him and me together

Let the words
Grow like a path
And let me rest
My illusions of love

Let his love
Love a woman like me
Bring him home
To my arms

He found me
He found me
And the blood from the thorns
Are the red of the roses

I wish I could
Remember
Of how beautiful we were
At that moment

Our faith in each other
The sun setting
The fireflies
Not afraid of the city

Let his love
Love a woman like me
Bring him home
To my arms

We were the children
Of folk and poetry
Even in our kisses
We remain the innocents

He reaches me
Even though I am
Torn and tossed
In love

He found me
He found me
And the blood from the thorns
Are the red of the roses

Once up on time
On the street in b’town
He loved
A woman like me

Monday, July 14, 2014

Forgotten

There’s a piece
Of time
Inside the jar

I gave this time to you
And locked it
Up tight

You’re gone now
But that jar
Has the air we breathed

There’s piece of
Red thread
Wrapped around the jar

It reminds me
Of all the love
I’ve forgotten about you

And the memories
In the air
Are left free

I smash the jar
A painting
Falls to the floor

And the red string
Is cut by the force
Of the glass

The air a memory
Of the love
I’ve forgotten about you