Float my soul as wind does blow;
A field of drifting snow.
Long grass will tickle my fleeting heart,
Field posts as my deep breath.
My wisdom is an open sea
Torrenting above this frozen ground,
Truth for which I’m steady holds
Dirt which refuses me
The steady pull of gravity.
And in this I shall forever find
Patience of the naked deciduous,
A lark, yet steadfast cold.
Tag: fleeting
Pen Blotches (day 1575)
I cannot grasp what it will mean to send you off again,
What it will mean to let you go;
Finger tips to finger tips and not looking back
And hearing the roar of big jet planes
Overcome my trembling heart
That fleeting moments have left disoriented,
Direction home now jumbled and unrecognizable
Like the clouds you’ll soon be looking down upon.
I cannot find solace in a text to voice ratio,
In a line to line heartbeat filled of stories from afar.
But I will write until my pen blotches all my
Blank pages sad, and leaves my exclamation marks
Simple puddles in a mess.
So come back soon,
Before my heart begins to beat too soft a vibration,
And my pen runs out of black.
Isn’t She Deceiving (day 1242)
As soon as laughter
Writes me down as a lover
– I will be forever there,
Till the end and then I will.
Glass isn’t fleeting
And heaven’s less deceiving,
For isn’t she all for the sea?
Love Isn’t Four Letters (day 996)
Love isn’t four letters
Love doesn’t crawl up on hands and knees in chocolate
Love doesn’t smell like roses
Love doesn’t have a long lineup at the checkout
Love isn’t singular
Love isn’t fleeting
Love wakes up every day and sleeps with the moon
Love is expression
Love is happy even when there is no love
Love is a sparkle in the eyes
Love is a name about ones tongue
Love is a feeling
You Cannot Hear My Screams (day 718)
I push you into corners
And suck out all your blood
I watch your face go pale
And feel the taste of life
You look at me with wonder
And speak out not a word
You flirt me with a smile
And hold on for your life
I cannot understand
And feel not for what I see
I have an urge for deliverance
And I will not let you cease
You flicker and wave in conscience
And fleeting memories flow free
You flirt me with a smile
And release all I’ve ever sold to you
I lay you down in sorrow
And unsure of what I’ve done
I will not survive another
And am lost in what’s begun
You shared your stream of life
And trusted the words I laid
You laid down now in harmony
And cannot hear my screams
Growth (day 346)
Eyes open, I wander the streets looking for subtle differences
They protrude like well worn corners, now slightly knobby
I can almost feel it in these rows that were around before industry
It’s like a pleasant mist that spreads over my countenance
It’s painful to realize that there are so many who ignore this fleeting desire
This lifeline that encourages growth like the mid summers morning
Who has been born that cannot hear this angels voice?
Who can feel alive without touching the angels hair?
Deep morning frost that thickens ones footsteps
Fall into the pale morning air that frees my mind
I sit still, very still in fact
Enough so, that the trees become the root of my soul
It is in this little path that the faces take shape
The members of this society begin to hold down sharp edges
Fully aware of the powers they wield
Perhaps the ending will be a memorable one
Fleeting Disarray (day 128)
Sleeping and the dogs
Add weeping willows sight
The burning city streets
Hold everybody tight
“Fare ye, fare ye!”
The young kids yell
Fury and rebellion
Fight through the near hill
Drifting with madness
Screaming with joy
Holding a broomstick
Splashing up a decoy
The madness continues
The designer makes love
The married go fleeting
With the young lovers dreams