you come to me
in dreams,
as I wrangle
with my feelings,
and the rocks in my heart,
pull at me one by oneโฆ
tales lived,
woven with liquid
dreams, as we continue
to share
ourselves
and seal the seams
with
a love
so rare,
itโs hard
to explain
the affair
yet,
Iโm beckoned
again, and again,
to write
what comes up
feeling
like
the mysteries
are ready to jump
straight
from
my heart,
through
my fingers, and
onto
the page
youโre already readingโฆ
trees grow
tall,
and strong
from earthly soil, and
as
they
avail, are
given
guidance,
and strength
from beyond the pale
roots,
dug in deep,
like the veins
running through
you
and meโฆand,
as
reflection
gives way, a
preponderance
of evidence
comes
forthโฆ
teaching us
of the unity,
and companionship,
between
all living things,
and the me, you see
beauty unseen
in despair,
felt like a lead weight
across my chest,
and inside my heart, blessed
forevermore
is known, yet
time stood still
for a moment, grown
and,
unbeknownst to me
lasting an eternityโฆ
felt
deep inside,
trees look at me, and
shake their limbs, they see
the magic
living inside of
every moment,
even those that feel
so solemn and swollen
with feelings
bound together,
configured
like a mass of pressure
growing
stronger over time,
unable to realize
the threadโs end
lives inside
awaiting a kindness,
often seen in my dreams,
I recollect all those
lost feelings, and
begin to pull the thread
closer to me
and,
as the thread comes forth,
the pressure subsides,
as the tears wash away
the pain of yesterday
so gray, and
at the same time
lighted rays fill my heart
with gratitude,
may I stay?
is a question
needed not,
leave off the clamour,
for its inside this space
where weโll find the answer
the river runs
north and south,
feeling the drift
of the current begin,
letting go
of the trembling within
for nowโฆ
discovering
more on the banks,
eddies sharply tasked
with creating stability,
loose leaves raining down,
cascading,
for deliriums sake
a breakโฆ
not far away,
stowed, and a little
out of control
wanting to resign,
as the love
of my life
passes by
walking
along the shore,
greeting the love,
missed by a kiss,
forevermore, remiss
the lightโฆ
cascades
through the trees,
dancing, and
entrancing,
so majestically
touching
the being withdrawn
from within, soโฆ
let us beginโฆ
fields
of memories glean
and, the water tower
sits at the center
of a love that is greater
than
what we purported
to know, as the grass
grows taller, and we stay
a little while longer
sitting
in each otherโs
presence, while the birds
among the trees
sing love songs
to each other, called forever
and
a moment
together, is worth more
than all the gold
laid down
inside the rock
a millennia ago
when last
there was a time
that stopped
stood still
just like,
my heart
when youโre near
close
enough
to feel youโre
presence on my face
breathing
and whispering
something
into outer space,
as I await
your warm embrace
I flitter
at the moonโs
presence
within my
aboded center
as
nostalgia
runs deep, like a
never-ending crater
while I sleep
and,
dream of
places far from
imagination,
yet all hiding
within
our hearts center
of creation
following
the line in the sand,
I trail behind,
and ask for a plan
and,
in the silence,
a mirror image
remerges
of you and me, glowing
brightly,
just like
the moon nightly
bright, brilliant,
and full of promises
to be given,
as we stop,
and listen
to the breeze
that glistens
heart centered,
beating
strong,
while the body
begins
to break,
from the myriad
turmoil,
cast about
during the time
weโve been drawn out
from
our misery
and
preoccupation
with all
lifeโs reasons
looking
for answers,
we search
high and low,
and,
ask everyone
we know
yet,
what
we get back
doesnโt portend
to all
weโve been told
confusion
sets in,
and all at once
we lose our grin
and,
become grim
though,
as we hold
tight to the
knowing inside
we,
begin
to contemplateโฆ.
and,
inside
our heartโs
desire,
we find
the key, and
unlock
the mystery
of the self
that inspires,
and is made of fire
exhaling,
we regain
a loss
never so,
and, give thanks
as
our grin
returns,
we nod
our heads, and
thank
our hearts,
in an
ode
as silently known
beauty
abounds,
here,
there, and,
everywhere
we look, when
our eyes
finally
come into view
and,
notice
the
vastness
before us,
letting go
of the minds
preoccupation,
and
ability to
contemplate
all things, old
and, new
alike
itโs
as common
as the
treasure trove,
buried behind
the alcove
of our
heartโs desire
as
they meet
again,
and again,
in a myriad
of contemplation,
and,
we grin
in
anticipation
of the game
to begin
and, at
last,
when
unearthed,
the gifts keep
giving,
while we sit
in the presence
of all the love
thatโs been given
feelings
running so deep,
itโs as if the being
calling me forth,
is interested
in fractured ways
of living,
splitting me
in two,
as I continue
to learn more
about the entry
to heavensโ door
located
on this earth,
in this moment
present
to the love within
every being, and
living thing
on this
beautiful planet
pulling me towards
them
with a fervor,
impossible
to ignore
we listen,
hear the heartache,
and,
hold the pieces
of being together
with theirs,
in a dance
of past mistakes,
future worries,
and steps one may take
while
we
call them
present
to the gift
in the stillness
of this
moment
a gift, which
requires quietness,
and listening
with all your might
drawing
upon your intention,
and an inner-knowing
that all of life
is already
alight
I am so pleased to announce that my poem, The Brilliance of Life, is now available at MasticadoresUSA. Another big thank you to, Gabriela Marie Milton, and the team at MasticadoresUSA for their support, and for publishing this piece.
The Brilliance of Life
My heart breaks
with every
breath I take,
and though
Iโll keep moving,
there are times when
I just sit still,
and let the emotions
wash over meโฆ
I would be honored if you would go here and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
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