sifting through the night
sparks of thought through my fingers
whispers on the floor

knowing no other
I can only return here
lost inside myself

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but I choose to be lost sometimes

whether it's in myself, out past the horizon,  or deep in dark eyes

I find so much when I'm lost, and then...see the world differently

there is a beauty in the unknown

loosen with the heat
now melt into me slowly
the taste of salt warm

okay, here we go...

caution, I am wordy tonight

I have no desire to hide the years I've lived
if it puts me in a different place 

than the people around me
(not a better place, 

or a clearer place,
just different)

so be it
I will ask questions

I will wonder and explore
I am looking for honest answers
they will not hurt or stop me
but might change me
and make me better

in different phases of life,
we ask different questions

I cannot ignore mine
but maybe I need to
temper my search
take a breath

be still

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I wrote tonight
built-up impressions
and experiences

from recent days

(what are Sunday nights for?)
each happened
and was felt

do not think

you know me
unless you ask
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trapped by the music
it held me without remorse
stripped me to my bones

holding back the miles
words of love become bridges
eyes close, you are there

trying not to look
too much hope in those dark eyes
I am not the one

there is even more
go to the edge of the sky
stop there and listen

beauty in a glance
chance a look or slow smile
the earth shattering

why is it so hard
to speak with an open mind?
we assume too much

the people I know
twisting tendrils of clear light
circling the globe

hush now, be quiet
stop the chatter with a thought
softly to the floor

I am not enough
there is too much need out there
stretched transparent





now still your mind, and
stop...hold me...gather me up
pieces make the whole