alright,
the wind has changed
the light grows long
I cannot stop what it does to me...
Love it/crave it/dread it
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standing in one place
years in front and behind me
running standing still


stop, listen, and tell
me...do the years define you?
no, I am here now


can you feel that wind?
from the day leaving the sky
minutes pass to years


I will not stand still
don't look for me behind you
stretching into space



slide across my skin
slow trails of heat to follow
deep hot explosions

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lots of reflection tonight
unexpected open doors
that I glance into as I go by
and I won't even talk about that last one
except to say, it could be
a whole separate blog
so much more there...

trying and trying
to understand where I am
why do I know you?
.
.
.
5:30 am
yes, it has been a long night
lives left uncovered
.
.
.
the night is quiet
beyond the expectations
dreams mix with the stars
.
.
.......................................

so much more to say

but so very tired
and does it really matter?
I will listen and wonder

and only answer 

my own questions

breathing the mountains
I am calmed to a simmer
cool wash of silence

with dark energy
I am vibrating tonight
the night waters deep
*
*
*

I cannot sleep when
so many doors are open
going through them all

trying to gather
images of skin and heat
pieces of myself

damn...awake again
with expectations and hope
blue ink on my hand

not mine, but others
fitting me into their plans
expand to silence

I remain my own
see me and I will see you
stripped free, and waiting

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maybe better as conversation
but an interesting challenge in haiku

and life goes on...

I sat down to write
the words refused to be still
wandering about

lightly I touch you
drifting along your smile
lost in the unsaid

clear and full, they flash
in and out...shooting stars
people in my life

holding on gently
eyes open, blind with effort
my heart flies open



scrambling, laughing
sand and cold rain on our skin
we race the storms edge

no words
just life
shine

stop and watch these words
glowing...fading...expanding
they can pass through walls

like breathing, a touch
so needed, trails along skin
slow discovery

on air thick with the
smell of pine and creosote
the river races

the net has been cast
pulling deep beneath green waves
eyes locked on the stars



water surrounds me
even here in the desert
heart beats and waves crash

gathering myself
small pieces thought lost, found in
unlikely places

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