authorship – Page 3 – three good words

October 3, 2015

once more

the sun once in bloom
now alive, hidden
in a land of green and black and gold

O, what grace is given
to know
all that we have known
and seen amongst us all
paved along the waves
once crossed, bound in stone

built in those days
when we still knew forever
a time of tears and laughter
flesh and bone
not lost
but no longer known

and so it goes
or so they say
the bells chime
the wind blows
and time is born once more.

September 26, 2015

reflection

fall and thoughts sail down
like leaves off a tree of self
doubt and certainty

asking, wondering
so many etcetera, too many to count
silently loud
in the quietness of hidden hearts;

questions that linger
ever since ‘I’ became ‘Me’
and ‘You’ was separate
apart, a part of everyone
else
someone, somebody
a body beyond the self
‘I’, ‘Me’
sad hours seem long

that room where they come and go
why Michelangelo?

consciousness, they say
is when a mirror loses its wonder
and becomes reflection.

this is what we have
a sense of confinement that is open
static yet moving
a constant attempt to decipher
the senses trick or treating
us to another’s perception;

always desirous to
touch beyond skin
and hear the voice
that reaches our inner ear

as deep as heartbeats go
beyond skin and bone
to that marrow that others call soul.

June 25, 2015June 25, 2015

sight to site

twine of the velvet
fixed in virtual light
sup from the nectar given
flutter from sight to site

two of the four given
stone of a legend, living
in hope of ancient
times yet to come

twice in a morn
the sun, risen
high beyond the cusp
of a world unwitnessed
unbroken: written.

June 9, 2015

there is light

the sword of a soothing look
cuts loose the meteor of affection

joy withers
in a moment of crisp
bright, brittle
understanding
frissoned with threads of doubt

of sight and senses
but the heart knows
what is meant
and will not concede to
willful self
deceit

three heartbeats worth of relief
hope restored
there is light
no comet flashing
stark against the void

but an ancient fire
kindled by the first of flames
alive, living
knowing, known.

May 21, 2015

small miracles

sometimes you find
the miracle already happened
before you even saw it
for what it was

sometimes the spark
lights up a fire so high
so bright
you know the warmth first
before you decipher
the flame, the light

sometimes life is made of
small miracles
piled up
one on top of the other
helping you, quietly
to make that sudden leap

and then it’s just that:
your life.