Sunday, September 4, 2011

I do not have words
the space to fill is too vast
alone in a crowd

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

riding the night tides
I find myself washed ashore
foam on the wet sand

Saturday, August 27, 2011

quiet, so quiet
nowhere to hide in silence
leaving doors open

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

sliver
yes, to be aware
of the breeze across my skin
brilliant yellow wings

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

waves
I become the sea
in a rising tide of sound
lightly brush your shore
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Glass: Violin Concerto - Mvt. 2, Takuo Yuasa: Ulster Orchestra

Monday, August 22, 2011

why
dropped into silence
who do I write these words for?
they are part of me

Saturday, August 20, 2011

not specific
as I watch you run
always to where you are not
live for distractions

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I struggled with this one
too much to convey
in so few words

I feel we don't find
ourselves in new places
they just open doors
to places already there

Friday, August 19, 2011

bats
twisting and diving
to dance with a gold washed sky
twilight laughs gently

just
below the surface
simmering blues burn through me
desire in check

Thursday, August 18, 2011

I find that...

sometimes
the weight of friendship
falls on me so heavily
I can hardly breathe

Monday, August 15, 2011

twin
in space between worlds
we are thought concentrated
effervescent light

Sunday, August 14, 2011

flash
do we ever stop
looking for our reflection
every strangers eyes

Saturday, August 13, 2011

awash
breathing in the blues
while I am grounded with green
sky drips from my hair
passing
right now words seem deep
like the sake in my glass
clear as the full moon
...........................................
I know the difference
sometimes each is needed
to be aware
even as the
awareness
is taken
away?
yes

Thursday, August 11, 2011

pulled....

tides
inside I feel it
without looking at the sky
impending full moon

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

hunt
no words caught tonight
they skitter out of my reach
leaving just these few

Sunday, August 7, 2011

stripped
pinned by those dark eyes
your life sears up through the depths
my skin burns away

Friday, August 5, 2011

again
laughing at myself
tangled up with my own words
I trip over you!
pleasure
there they are again
deep waves crashing over me
voices and music

yes
here comes another
I slide under the green waves
drowning in the sound

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so wanted
so needed
suspended
in a moment
endless
we are
here
right
now

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

it is...

preferred
they circle like sharks
trying to get in my head
I leave with myself

Monday, August 1, 2011

to be...

present
it has entered me
with a quiet so profound
vibrations of life