Sunday, January 11, 2015

Just wanted to let you know you




The land that has stolen the sun
the has the warmth of the earth in the cool air.
When the sky has been set free, and night has overcome the shackles of the day
forgotten are the cages of the shadows so gentle lights of mystery over take

Something new discovered is a strange smile
the rises behind the horizon
Lost and hidden
but warmth in the darkness

the comfort in being lost, Alone.
not knowing where you are - where is home
Of not knowing where you going what you will find
the solitude of the journey in the mind.

The feeling of humble a humble ant
in the grandeur of nature,
The fear of dreams,
because of their power and danger.

That freedom that floats under the air,
With no breath desire or despair
To reach that boundary where sounds are amniotic
the fire that burns in my lungs becomes the warm pulse that was chaotic

That intruder to pry to wait,the life of other lives observed
yet not disturb that intimate moment, the playful touch not disturbed
To see them talk with eyes and ears,
Only dream to understand feelings and fears.

The wild and the delicate that crosses
to your serenity and calmness
the youth that your child that play,
who find the calm and comfort in your way

The one that welcomes the stray and bedraggled,
the lost for the love and long to be loved
if only a selection of time
for a passing moment of compassion

Lie in the the chronology of stones
and the let chemistry change your own
That time and taste become reality,
far a fleeting moment of clarity

The mist and the rain,
that under warm covers refrain -
to places of words unsaid
but destinations of journeys read.


So much, alone with all that surrounds
squashed and held by gentle touch
each finger grasping freedom
that floats away.

The archive manuscript the basement kept
once opened an ancient breath,
gently blowing thoughts through time
for those that have a chance to find

The cool breeze
when skin is bare
after warmth and shelter
and constant care.

The curves and shapes
that sunrise desires
and lines and textures
that dusk requires.

hard to find
and rare in time
to let you know
beautiful

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