Monday, June 27, 2005

Tides

Sometimes
I feel
the tides slowly pulling me
fingers sinking into wet sand
digging into tiny, tiny stones
ground into the beds of my fingernails
holding on to broken pieces of glass
just to keep from being pulled
away

Monday, June 20, 2005

First Words

First words
gentle, tentative
tumbling past my lips
driven by a force
inexplicable
like the wind
flowing through my veins
straight into my soul
and settling in
my heart

Friday, June 10, 2005

Vision Quest

Entering my dreams
waiting for visions
of my past to reappear:
a net of stars overhead
accented by the gentle pulse of
northern lights
brick red canyons
cold and sweetly scented desert air
sand between my toes
jagged mountains
strong and rigid
blacked out
against the moon
snow in my hair
wood smoke scented hair
the bitter after taste of
red, red wine
lonesome birch trees
standing stoically in the
ice cold winter sun
waves breaking on the rocks
far below
skipping pebbles
throwing rocks
dew drenched grass
seeping into my skin
endless sky filled with promises
All visiting me in turn
teaching me how to grow
if I would only
listen

Sunday, June 05, 2005

Speaking in threes or How I felt this morning

Underneath the covers
Rest my bones
weary and exhausted
broken and shattered
Sinking slowly down
One with mattress
One with boxspring
life weighs heavily

Saturday, June 04, 2005

Coals

The trees keep staring
at the lepers while we
sit around and ask
why
And you who left the coals
amidst a bed of ashes
have made the room
unbearably cold
so shivering silently
is my only recourse
and I wait for
the windy night to blot
out the dying light

Thursday, June 02, 2005

Melting down dreams

Granulated bits of beauty
melting into a saccharine syrup
individual yet one
the holy triad of
wisdom
grace
truth
mixing and intertwining
giving me strength
holding me up
the sacred elixir
sweet, holy, pure
life