...and the point is?

metamorphosis
in my hand I held
my long, slow, felt, desires
drifting up like smoke

mirrors
looking for myself
in eyes of those around me
I find your dark gaze

needed
sunlight fills my mind
casting cool sharp edged shadows
to rest my thoughts in
.......................

still always trying to explain/describe/define
only making sense to myself I'm sure
but I'm enjoying the challenge

attempt

abode
I felt the darkness
tonight it followed me home
clinging to my heart

small shadows
small bits of darkness
they are always there
we walk into them, and out again
like sunlight through leaves
in an ancient sleeping forest

light and darkness pour over my skin
and drip from my fingers
untamed pools of life
form at my feet

I drink
.................

To feel too much

All the time watching, listening, waiting.
For what? I don't really know.
It pulls me forward around the corner of every day
and sails me through the night.
Why this feeling of freedom at night?
As if the glass is thinner,
and the horizon has come to rest in my heart.

.......................

a small drama going to work one day.....

meal
above the traffic
a hawk dives to its first meal
separate worlds

......................

(Much is stirring about tonight.)

...and then...

rubber
I stretch to the stars
galaxies spin in my hair
comets in my smile

a mind break

tunnel
through my eyes, escape
as thoughts follow the silence
voices swarm like bees

waterfall
contrails drawn on blue
taking my eyes to the edge
as I spill over

drive
racing the white lines
the dark road pulls me forward
salvation in speed

sunday evening

direct
I cannot hold back
my colours shine like lasers
piercing your unknowns

Sunday evening often turns into a time of
- sorting - for me
shaking things through the sieve
getting rid of the chaff
hoping what is left is real
like water seeping down
through rocks
grains of sand
becoming
clean
clear
truth