Have I whispered to you enough?
A sigh of breath, a wind indeed.
And in my moments of tranquility
My gasp will be for you all day.
Month: February 2016
A Plan (day 1715)
I’ve crawled along
And pulsed my heart
To look into an eye,
And all I see
All around
Is bliss and zen,
I’m free.
Would you hold
My hand to be
A pedal in the wind?
Or would you seed
My plans into
A life
For you and me?
Late Winter Melt (day 1714)
Drip drip
Slip a bit
Freeze again at night
Relief (day 1713)
Lately I had just about
Enough of all this fuss,
To leisurely walking about
I did set and go,
So I would not remain
Stuck, and all undone.
Plans, Man (day 1712)
Yesterday I was a man
Today I have no sin
A better man,
A bigger name,
Confessed and over spent.
Am I awake?
I’ve pinched myself
I see with my two eyes.
Yet here I sit
Under used
And selling ideas
For a much bigger plan.
Saturation (day 1711)
It is remarkable how
Even with our last clean dirt
We remain entitled,
Oblivious to our learning
And passions
To remain pleasantly
Saturated.
Dusk in the Valley (day 1710)
Night falls in quietening circles
Swiftly crawling away in crackles,
And my footsteps leave traces for
Two days more
Until it thaws.
Just as Helios had mounted high
Upon our valleys Eastern slope,
He chased birds as frost’s glove
About, appalled,
Distraught.
So now we wait as new circles retreat
Into twilight’s thin air,
Blues to blacks
And a star lit map
Guides us forever home.
All the Same (day 1709)
Holes into nothing
And this is where I end.
Dropping as I awaken,
Say it again,
I didn’t hear you all the same.
And if I wake up
I am left to break up.
Minor chord progressions,
Like my heart,
It is the same song all the same.
Footsteps into distance
As my heart beats into resistance,
Does music still go on?
Is there an echo,
After all, it’s my memory all the same.
Alpine Mountaineering (day 1708)
Wind swept
Frozen white
Mountain peaks
