True Life

Bright eyes tell me
of love and birth
with true life
waiting around a corner
unseen by most
save you and me.

True life
means living out
and staying here
to cherish words,
moments, and flashes
of christening light.

Staying here
is a move for love
when times seemed
futile and a scarcity
of lightness
piqued weary eyes.

Times seemed
long and lonely
until bright eyes
woke from a sound
slumber of one
fate after another.

Bright eyes
strengthen hearts
and tie bonds
where slip knots
fail to exist
and illuminate
a tale of true life.

a red hood

Rare is the world
where fragile water
brims the edges
of wonderment and hope.

Rare is the day
when joy overcomes
the sorrows of yesterday
with the laughter of today.

Rare is a time
when peace comes
without consequences
or tender mercies revealed.

Rare is a heart
that can take the tides
and rise above
to view the new plane.


Fragile water and tender merices
given:
without cost or retort.
Just lighter eyes and souls in flight;

the better to see you with, my dear.

Your rainbow will come smiling thru...

It’s magic and poetry...,
Life and living it.
Words capture and transcend
time and place.

To far off fantasies
of castles on clouds
and princes in pursuit
of justice and right.

Of pumpkin patches
and prancing white horses
and cool marble floors
where bare feet glide.

Resting on satin pillows
are dreams of the perfect
fit...
Slippers to unmatched
wealth - so rich in love.

Songs in flight,
wrapped in bubbles
of sweetness and hope,
finding a soft place to land.

Do you hear the lilt?
Do you thirst for this plane?
Happily ever after
became enchanted
by the soft sapphire light
of midnight.


once upon a time happens now...

Tinkling cymbals

Care not for yesterday
and the troubles once known.
But rise to meet today
and spring to life tomorrow.

For joy promised
is joy received
when hearts are open
and souls throw caution to the wind.

Give because
giving brings countless degrees
of knowledge and fills
coffers that sputter and wane.

Listen to the sounding brass
of time and scope
the shore for
a footprint you recognize.

Catch your breath
and hold it close
for catching shows you can
and releasing brings another chance.

Skip when possible
and whistle while merry.
Away the time that once
stood still.

Global in view,
precise in response,
hesitation is lost
as lines fade and walls
of fear crumble
to a waiting earth
where beauty grows
and fields of green
thirst.

Hungry no more,
in harmony
with the music and stories
of gallant men
and brave women.
To life...

across my universe

Points in a life
measure significance,
not time.

Significance irradicates
conclusions when
new universes are born.

Imagine a light so bright
you are drawn to it,
you crave it.

Most wear hats or sunglasses
or worse yet- turn their heads,
to shield the blinding source.

But I stretch out my arms
recieving empowerment
and breath.

No shade save
what is filtered
by the new spring leaves.

Catching a sigh
and milking words,
Life explodes to dreams.

Dream and hope
for you’ve got to have a dream.
If you don’t have a dream,
How you gonna have a dream come true?

Never Believe it's Not So.

Could I be the Mona Lisa,
smiling with purpose
and showing the world
I know something they do not?

Could I be a Play,
with a chilling subplot
wrapped tightly around
a rich story of love?

Perhaps I am a Song,
a complicated but happy tune
sure to incite dancing
under the streetlights, in the rain?

It must be magic that draws
life to love,
eyes to smiles,
and butterflies to dance -
while words play
their soliloquy in time.

Take these Broken Wings

No hands but yours
touch my face.

No voice but yours
do I hear.

How does my heart know?
it leaps for joy
when thoughts ring bright
and aches with pain
when time moves too quickly
together
or drags endlessly on
apart...

No eyes but yours
see the real me,
love the real me,
want the real me...

No love but ours
captures my soul
and gives me wings

No more singing
alone
in the dead of night

Just lessons of flight
and
moments arrived

and love with you...

One Sure Thing

My heart stood still today.
I saw you across the way
and silence interrupted
the progressive beats.

You were right when
you said our worlds
have collided, melded
and spilled over
into each other.

Agreeing with you is easy.
Time and relationships
have taught me that
this is not such a simple truth.

My heart skipped a beat today.
I saw you across the way
and you were running toward me,
sun and smile on your face.

You were right when
you said the "missing part"
would be hard and that
the "loving you" part was easy.


I have heard the words and
felt the colors of loneliness.
I know them.
I have seen the brilliance of joy
and smelled the rush of love.
I know them now.

I am no longer lonely
for I have found my missing piece.
I wasn't even looking,
I was running..., away.
You say happiness is for us...

And I say,
Agreeing with you is easy.
It's one sure thing...

until you.

Why do we speak in hushed whispers
when the world is locked away
and the only sounds are the
beats of our hearts?

Perhaps the sacredness of what is
spoken absorbs sound and carries it away.
Maybe we fear the spell will be broken
and what we hold right then and there
will be pulled from us and shattered.

Even movement is muted
and the light changed
when our tones are meant for
only our ears.

Living out
and dreaming in
takes us to places
we never knew existed.

This is where
worlds collided
and
life changed.

We fly over the crowds
together
with happy minds and
wake with delightful vengeance
to take the next breath
and seek the next
luminous traces of rays
that stream randomly on
shadows of yesterday,
faces of tomorrow,
and
joys of today.



love was just a word
until hushed tones
and you.

It just is.

how can it be?
there exists an us

how can it be?
my face yearns for your touch

can it be?
light changes all

can it be?
joy follows the fall

Osmosis.
Lines faded,
permeable only by you.
gifts measured by
skipped beats
and
sorrows forgotten.


it is simple: i love you.

Streaming rays

How can it be that thoughts stop
when I am still moving?

How can it be that words
mean more than they did before?

Amazing the grace that saves
those who search and seek.
Calming the tides
that slowly rise to meet that
time and place.

I heard news of stillness
and change.
Hope brings life full cycle and
light shakes out the dread
and sorrow
unneeded for now.

Streaming on faces
are rays that sear tomorrow's joys
and erase the lines of yesterday.
Warmth unknown and treasures
not yet found
await the dreamers and keepers
of pierced hearts and open souls.

Hush sounds the chimes
of new-fallen snow,
cleaning spiritual slates
and spinning clocks
of impassioned affection.

sweet is the word.
sweet is the thought.

I miss you

I miss you.


my heart still beats.
is it possible
that it hasn't all been
dashed against the rocks of time...

my ears still yearn.
hearing brings delight
to a soul twisted and ravaged
by inconsistencies and blame.

constellations await
new light and fire.
skipping beats
trip a heart yet,
somehow, save a soul.

it waits for me

Lost in a sea
of words and links.
Am I here at all,
or just a planned figment...

Found in a room
of pleasure and pain.
So sure it was better
for all concerned.

Scoping the horizon,
seeing hope and affection
where once there was none,
only gasping breaths
of a time gone by.

Now clean lines
and sleek dips
grace new days
of reform and joys
not yet known.

It is safe here...,
surrounded by arms
of family and love.
Affection so sweet
and warm,
no expiration date.
Just seas of glass and
music in bloom.

Smooth sailing from here
to beyond eternity.
...it waits for me still.

coconut and caramel

I once heard about coconut dreams
and caramel cores,
I didn't believe they existed.

I saw unicorns and dragons
in flickering light.
I wanted to believe they grazed
and braised.

I yearned for castles in the air,
princes on white horses
that saved days and damsels.
I hoped they were real.

But dinosaurs come at night
stealing hearts and
torture me
'til quaking.

shhhh...,
soft breezes I hear.
Think and release...

Years of chains fall
meekly away
when softened by strength
in numbers
and smothered
by the freeing light
of internal poise.

Coconut dreams and caramel cores;
a place where
traces of rays
lift and light.

Chains no more.
Just a wide open shore
of possibilities...

Cassanova and Delilah

Cassanova sits on the stairs
Shirt bloodied and torn.
Blame spews out of him
like the flames of hell.

Delilah quakes in the corner,
twirling the ring on her finger,
hot blood drips down her chin
and runs cold through her heart.

He maniacally broke through
the heavy door,
carelessly tossing aside dreams
and long-lost hopes,
drenched in despair.

She cowered in awe
of what had become
the norm of her so-called life;
duck and cover,
the flames licked so close.

She once seemed beautiful,
though awkward and loud.
He onced seemed polite,
though calloused and shy.
Rage spins loosely...

Empty halls echo with
laughter once known,
now forgotten...
lost in crowds of nothing.
The black nothing that swallows
light and life.

Cassanova sits,
Delilah bleeds.

And the prevalent "they" watched
and turned their heads
from the shame
and joined in the blame.