Inspired? redux

Out with a friend.
Liquid inspiration...

Rioja
swirling in my glass
conversation and laughter
deep becomes deeper?

From the bone yard.

For a friend....
vibrating darkness
twisted with a vicious light
bones of who you are

cobwebs
tumbling breezes
wrap around the twisting leaves
clearing my cobwebs

Back to reality.
I am preoccupied with defining mine of late. This is one path to try.

“I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.”John Muir

and another...

Two in one day
My mind's spinning.
I still find it hard to believe that I am writing a blog (I don't even care for the word.).
I have never shared things I write, opens the door too much.
I told a friend, "Now I can torture the masses."
Maybe not too far off the mark.

2AM
I woke, the weight of the night heavy on me.
I need to be out, open to the stars, no ceiling, no limits.
To match the space inside of me.

Burning
bright, sharp, brilliant
to me the stars are not cold,
searing deep my soul

stuck

I have this word stuck in my head....

Crimson
rolling crimson sun
burning a hole in the sky
i am falling through

Serious weight

The words and thoughts constantly flow, a constant current behind my eyes. I think in writing these down there's the risk of taking myself too seriously. Too much weight for so few words. Maybe that is what appeals?

clearly
thoughts drift slowly up
words as clear as desert water
opening the sky

"...They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
Between stars--on stars where no human race is.
I have it in me so much nearer home
To scare myself with my own desert places...."
Robert Frost