as I disappear...

flit
paying me no heed
the evening moves around me
on silent bat wings

before sleep...

nightlight
your smile blinds me
even as I walk away
sparks swirl in my path

found
look outside your world
find yourself in opened eyes
touch the infinite

deliverance
what I keep inside
is released as stars appear
slow sweet ecstasy

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

it is late...again
I go where the words take me
and enjoy the ride

a saturday morning

start
opening my eyes
I glimpse what the day could be
and rush to meet it

hold
I feel I can't breathe
life can take my breath away
full of surprises

a thought

void
I have to wonder
will you feel something missing
as I walk away

Monday afternoon

lucid
to be transparent
slowly disappear at will
water as my skin
all thoughts, reflections
skipping across the surface
my body endless

peace

drench
I walk with thunder
while above, lightening dances
smell of creosote

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I walked in the rain this evening
you could see the blue grey curtains
traveling from the mountains
down across the valley
I closed my eyes and felt the cold rain on my skin
the smells from the desert rain
swirled around me
complex and deep
layers, memories, dreams, impressions
the rain slowed then stopped
the air stilled, softly expectant
and while I listened
it whispered up behind me
I smiled, as it washed over me
such peace found
leaving me to remember
why I am here

night as company

aware
here I am again
in that place, an endless night
stretching before me

phases
the moon grows to full
it swells and fills my body
my head is spinning

.............................................
boundaries are thin at night
they start to fade in the twilight
haunting the corners of my sight

as the night deepens and opens
they disappear completely
for an endless breath
a path in a dream

I breathe
I follow
I fade

passing thought

chains
touching the comforts
she moves slowly through the house
fingers brush her life
.....................
this is not me
rather what I fear
being tied down to things
surrounding yourself with the past
afraid to move forward
blind to the present

pull up the anchors
let your sails fill
and sleep tonight
beyond the horizon

more notes from the pier

someone reminded me recently—
"Be comfortable with who you are."
such simple words
quiet, direct
powerful words
that when I read them
it was like taking a very deep breath

...I hadn't realized I was holding it...
.......................................................

uncover
I will wear myself
as night is cloaked in stars
nothing there to hide

thursday night

daughter
I watched you go
little one, my heart is torn
a piece goes with you

slice
who have I become
that I should feel so deeply
cutting through layers

...............................
we add these layers
why do we look to others to remove them?

my god
colours can only be
held back for so long
before they fall in on themselves
imploding
dissolving
fading
we are not meant
to be so closed

look at me
see yourself
there in my eyes
your smile surrounds us
..............................

I just started typing...
IIWII

Tuesday night

"...But you might stumble upon yourself one day."

"I am more than the sum of my parts."

thick
my words are slowed
in still air on waves of heat
building and pressing

............................
it never does stop
I need to push it all back
fill my head with music
noise, static, wind
so I can get past
go forward
always
open

flow
I have not missed
what I have given away
pieces of myself
though sometimes at night
I find there is nothing left
and dream of deep springs

found words

I watched a sunset yesterday
that I am hard-pressed to put to words.
the horizon was large and deep
smoky blue clouds
from a rainstorm far out in the desert
a dark blue curtain of rain
and on one side
peering from behind
a radiant
burning
molten
hot piercing
orange red sun
the whole sky
above
behind
across the wide horizon in front of me
was saturated in shades of blues and greys
except for the disc of the sun
as if a door was opened
letting you catch a glimpse
a radiance almost too much to accept
I don't belong there
but I do remember...

evening storm

crest
I watched the storm rise
pouring over the mountains
a wave of deep sky

herald
out of the desert
like a forgotten prophet
green wakes from the rain

during a break...

ears
slow down, stop, listen
take the sounds where they lead you
worlds behind closed eyes

simmer

imagined
in the heat of the day
your words become cool breezes
caressing my skin

span
a white sun stretches
effervescent radiance
rising to meet it

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

more cooking, so to speak
words, thoughts
clamoring to get out
so I just keep adding....
.................................

caught
turning it slowly
I hold a thought in my hand
a prism of words

it's just late

restraint
they came close today
these thoughts of you, into words
beneath my fingers

saturday glimpse

visceral
I am sorry...but
I can see into your heart
within the deep walls

friday late afternoon

sitting outside in the shade when it's 103
words try to reach the surface
my thoughts thick as tar

rem
sleeping in the sun
the desert dreams of the stars
and cold deep places

friday afternoon

preserver
save me from myself
I am sinking fast to grey
throw me a colour