no end
the wind in the trees
softly telling me a story
whispers to my heart

siren
out in the twilight
I have recaptured myself
with soft sounds and light
........................

it always helps
a walk in the twilight
you think I would
know that
by now

reluctant traveler
it seems that leaving
is the start of a journey
self preservation

slow
I grow under you
smiles feed my open heart
pulling shut the doors

knife
teetering on edge
I catch a glimpse of promise
and fall onto you

afternoon break

calm
as I take a breath
blue light fills every corner
lost inside my sky

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

it is hard to find that calm inside
when chaos stirs around you
with one slow deep breath
eyes close and time stops
and the world melts away
to the beat of my heart

to not move

pool
reflections scatter
on ripples of water glass
earth dancing with sky

still
sunday afternoon
a special kind of quiet
hushed expectancy