Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Birthday Poem

In every heart there is a hidden song
That will sing itself to the skies
When, as you walk down a winding path
You choose to make your own

There are dreams buried within everyday dreams
Like fire within the jewel
Find the spark and set it free
And question reality at the seams

A birthday is not a day
Of musings solemn
See your world from the helm
and laugh your doubts away

Love, laughter, sorrow, pain
May you feel them all
And grow a thousand hues within
Like a forest hugged by fall

Life is just what you want it to be
And it will be what you are
So see yourself in your own light
Like nighttime's falling star

Saturday, October 30, 2010

Into The Dreaming

In the forests of the dreaming
I wandered, aimless, in the dark
Time was lost and space was bound
The unreal stood naked, stark

Dark flames, persimmon leaves
Sleuthing through mist like orange thieves
A taste of sorrow, then a touch of light
I staggered through delirium to delight -

A forgotten smile found by memory
A lonesome candle growing teary roots
An intimate finger tracing a silken route
Lost lives that were meant to be

And then a veil like curtain fell
With the flourish of a serif-like hand
Then another fell, and then a thousand more
The dark settled like jaded sand

It was dark as the womb of the earth
Then a shade darker still
My eyes fluttered, frantic, lost
When softly by the window sill-

-The clouds flinted a cool blue hearth
And quenched darkness like hesitant rain
In that softened likeness of fluid rain
A silhouette was birthed

Carved by light from stony dark
An amalgam of truth and mystery
It was sans doubt the heart of my dream
Yet I knew not what it be

…it was you, asleep, and silently-
My dream grew brighter, warm
Your lips parted inadvertently
Passion rushed to me in a swarm

Your bosom rose and fell
To the simple rhythm of your heart
And the ocean’s ebb and swell
Kept time

The moon kissed the mountain tops
The valley deepened with a sigh
The wind sang to the meadows
Your toes wrinkled to a downward smile

I wish for eternal waking
To never sleep away this dream
To watch you sleep as reality
Laves at invisible seams

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Lovely Dawn

I breathed in the vagrant breeze
in a lovelorn fool's hope
That it carries but a stray whisper
That would serve as my release

The breeze sighed itself away
And with it hope took wing
And I sat under a lonely sky
And heard the requiem for a dying day

Night dawned early
In an unbroken monochrome
The sullen moon rose -
Night's eternal company

The moon cast elusive shadows
The trees ceased to whisper
The birds dreamed of music
And furtive flights across green meadows

I closed my weary eyes
And the stars winked within
I dreamed of limpid pools,
still waters and lonely isles

In that dream of dreary longing
Your face echoed, rippled, bloomed
A smile fluttered into the skies
That grew brilliant at the seam

Mute colors metamorphosed
Into brillian raucous hues
Those sang of love and wonder
And solitude's bittersweet brew

I awoke to muted thunder
And clouds that framed your face
Your smile shone through moist eyes
The sun peeped out in a haze

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Midnight's Footprints

You are the rhythm of my night
You are midnight's footprints
You walk a path all your own
A path everyone knows
One only I can follow

You are the rhythm of my night
You are midnight's footprints
I the twinkling sands of invisible time
You are a thousands folds in the veil-thin fabric
A thousand wrinkles
A thousand tiny paths that is one path
Uncounted verses whispering themselves
To the listening night

You are the rhythm of my night
You are midnight's footprints
In the sea of life, you are the effervescent wave
You define the rise and ebb of my life
As you shatter upon the rock of destiny
You rise to kiss the western wind
And the sea roars
The skies listen to the silent depths

You are the rhythm of my night
You are midnight's footprints
Upon the rock of destiny
You are immovable change
You are the wind and the shape
You are destiny's shaper
You are the sapling of hope beneath jagged crevice
You are the sculpture within

You are the rhythm of my night
You are midnight's footprints
Dawn will come
You will be etched in stone, baked in the sand
And forgotten
Dawn will come
You will be washed away, sifted over
And remembered...

Upon the leaf of a sapling
On the lip of a desert bloom
Within the heart of a cowry shell
You will blink
and drink up the dawn. Slowly.