Captured Feeling

Time moves freely

Time moves slowly, forward and back

Capturing whatever transpires
 

Frozen moments, caught

Intricate details emerge

The instant the shutter closes
 

Introspection, happiness and sadness

Sitting quietly, alone in the night

Tears flowing freely or laughing out loud; wondering
 

Sometimes reflected in dissolution

What might have been?

What could be;  or, I got that right
 

Wrong turns and directions

Time slips by knowing

One less breath to take, tomorrow
 

Feelings cherished, good and bad

Sometimes wrapped in rippling chills

Can I write another chapter?
 

Who will read the book?

In the end, hoping to pass along

With pen and quill in hand
 

And maybe, just maybe

Capturing the essence of an instant

To read and feel
 

Raining Tears

Clouds form in the sky

Giant cotton puffs

Bumping and floating together

Forming characters and laughing
 

Those attached to the ground
Figure them out, and then
While pondering their destinations

It’s a dance of a thousand droplets
 

Constantly changing, moving

Just to fool us

Making us think we see

Who they really are, then morphing 
 

Balanced in the currents of the air

The skies and clouds darken

While anger grows from above

And then it happens
 

Monsoons have come again

Streams of water run down the window

Small drops join hands and rush together

Channeled puddles on the ground
 

Like thoughts they mix together

Then evaporate and are gone

All the while, it’s a restless sleep

Flashes and thunder awakened

You come to me as I dream
From a place in my heart
Where the stars don’t go
Deep blue as the nighttime sky

More darkened and menacing
An evil pitch with raging sounds
I am lost in the power
Of echoing thunder
 
Floating on the edge of a cloud
And then, you are there
Incarnate, flesh and emotion
Or aberration lost in the shapeless clouds?
 
Lightning pulses with your sobs
Crying, tears flowing down your cheeks
Such beauty wrapped in haunted sounds
Shockwaves, thrown from the sky

Now, knocked to the ground
Looking skyward in amazement
Your tears become the rain
Soaking me down from above
 
Awakened, half drowned; confused
Wondering where the journey had taken me
Slowly, reality sets from soggy to dazed
The storm subsides in the distance

Floating, I am miles out to sea
Every day, for the rest of my days
Liquid memories persist
Dreams or reality?

 

Dawning Day

In the ocean of an evening

Keeping watch along the shore

Between light and dark

Constellations, and so much more

Like a canvas painted

In shades of grey

Out from the shadows

So close, yet far far away

A handful of thoughts

Tossed into the nighttime sky

Grow old in the making

Forgotten, by and by

Watching time pass by the window

Day says goodnight and departs

Letters in a bottle drift away

Oceans of thought impart
 

So, I try to catch the light
But it gets away
I keep thinking
Will it come back another day?
 

Stars poke slowly out

Pinholes on a charcoal slate

Floating in the nightfall

Water in the waves won't wait

Frosty moonlight descends 

Breath hangs in the darkening night

Shadows the twilight won't free

Bow to an awakened first light

Morning flies on, the stars softly sigh
Raise a hand across your eyes
Pause, then suddenly realize

It's the dawning of the day
 

Dream Again

In the silent seconds of the night

Glasses on the bed stand

Vision blurred into slumber

Rustling covers, restless peace

 

There’s nothing in the room

But quiet, emptiness

Don’t be left behind

Windowpanes in the making

 

From Main Street to Broadway

The road to dreams is paved

With clouds and obscurity

Say good morning to the night

 

Hours tick slowly by in waves

Dreams unfurl from darkness

Light burning bright, or is it dulled

Dawn's home coming awaits

 

Slipping into rem’s liquid grip

Never ceasing to amaze

Open the sticking switch

Into radiant consciousness

 

Alter ego personified

Macabre and make believe

Real as breath and beating heart

Aging hourglass, awakening sands

 

Dream and dream again.

Roll Away the Stone

 

Porcelain skies stretch and crack

Feels like burning embers

Darkened window, closing door

Salted, open wound

Shards and psychosis, best friends

 

Nervous, sharp-edged hand

Memory removed

Extracted afterthought

Rubbing sand in eyes of yesterday

Time will come and times will go

 

Remembrance fading

Forlorned blackness, wrapping cloak  

Stirred from the barrel’s bottom

Two years in the making

Another batch gone bad

 

Slowly letting go, while

Fingers scraping on the board

Etching sound, ground in broken glass

Grinding and compressed

Suddenly smoothed from the effort

 

Come dwell in this place

A place where memories

Open like curtains to the sun

Old and new, within the dust

Merge as future recollections

 

A mummer, contemplation

Touching feelings resurrected

Morning breaks, shadows flee

Confident the resurrection is real

Roll away the stone

Springtime Song

 












Fire’s burning, warmth upon the hearth

Rain is softly falling
Light casts shadows on the wall
Remembering thoughts of you

To be near you once again
Contemplation and smoke entwine

Arm in arm, together in time

Night falls toward the day

Silhouettes mix with rising smoke

No longer feeling, emptiness inside

Beyond what time can remember

Words you whisper in my ear

Your memory, sure as my beating heart
Awakened fragrance in the night
Out of loneliness, toward the sunrise
Dove calls, with echoes on the wind

 
Fire’s embers slowly fade

Shades of night lift on the ‘morrow

Light opens a shuttered window

Melody and springtime, a song with you

Tracing Rainbows

Fingers in the air

Tracing rainbows

Quiet listening rain

 

Knowing neither

Beginning or end

Smell, feel the freshness

 

Cleansing essence

Rising mist and wind

Prowling cloudiness, surrounds

 

Yesterday's scenes

Tripping over what’s in front

Speaking hues, tinted bands

 

  

Stumbling forward, awkward

Kissing the sky within restive vapor

Solid, yet rendered invisible

 

Dream catching, clasping hands

Prism of reflection in color

Spectrum’s source revealed

 

Grounded while anchored

Locked in the presence, clearing

Touching an arching destination