To be the sea
Under my thumb,
Crawling in slumber
Then wild as rage.
To be the sea
Foaming and hungry
Deep and ravenous
Humble and free.
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Summer’s Butterfly (day 1832)
If for a moment your breath should be
Delicate, as summer’s butterfly floats
Then my mind should wander free
Upon full mountains of your slopes.
For blossom precludes summer’s growth,
Where upon our butterfly soaks
In unrelenting glow of Helios,
There, ’tis there I am to live
To cast my heavens stroke in soil
Upon our warmed hearth of serenity.
Windfalls (day 1798)
Windfalls and short tails
My harmony is free
In tales and gone times
Memory always gets me
But pain leaves sad marks
On windowsills of time
And everyone I see
Leaves indifference; all the same.
My Smile is Worn (day 1793)
Be still, my beating heart
For this is the end
My smile is worn
My heart is full
And time has come again.
In days to come,
In longer times
My memory shall sing on
And beating there
With vibrant air
Shall be my forever song.
There were always times ahead
Where love was held, I’d share
Truth in all my words so clear.
In my home and in my heart
I was the Queen of Hearts:
Royal and speaking free.
My garden was where my heart was led
Amidst marigolds and smiling pansys,
My ebenezer always full of flow,
As life mimicked so all around
Season would come and go.
Now, as my soul goes into sun
Hold strength within my hand
Touch upon warmth of a new spring day
As grass sprouts
As my tree grows long and tall.
I will miss you,
I always will.
Forever I will carry your heart
Within mine own
Yearned upon history’s notes
Of pages we wrote.
Twist Away (day 1792)
Twist into a secret place
That I have long forgotten,
Twist as if oozing free
At long last patience: run
And held by a setting sun!
With you, my bird,
Pain and love all the same
As one and more begin again,
Like Jacks mounted on trusty steeds
Run away, run my way.
Ode to Sparkling Waves (day 1791)
Your comfort from my torment’s toil –
The fret inside my soul,
And your forever shall be my roll
As the wind brings you to me
About my perch over the sea,
You shall be my dream.
So when I look deep inside to thee –
When I see clarity ring,
I will your happy memory
Into my soul to free.
Denim Free (day 1783)
Head pushing backspacer
Forever is a road sign
Empty windows feeding your seed
Fragmented vision – indiscreet
Waxing on the good side
Wondrously bowed a King
Stained white dustbowl
Shady blues bus stop
Cruel is a stop sign
When life’s on the run
Freedom is a hole in
Denim back pockets
Rabbit’s Foot Luck (day 1776)
Imagine my surprise
When I came to see your eyes;
In front of me,
So wild and free
And carelessly wandering about
Indescript lines
My heart would forever dream could see.
For decidedly my time
Would wash my deepest thoughts
From holding me inward,
To let forever be free,
To let unanswered be me,
For my soft rabbit’s foot luck
Rested in the eyes
Set upon the brown moon of my heart
Traced in hands I reached out to be.
Ode to a Perfectly Placed Bench to Enjoy Nature (day 1775)
About my way
A merry one I should say
I wondered to myself:
My dear sweet man
What have you done,
You’ve gone and walked yourself out.
So there I was
A bit confused
Wondering what I could do
To rest my weary legs a while
To recoup my troubled mind.
And all at once
You appeared to me
Like some magic: unleashed
And set free,
Which I took as queue
And found my rest
Upon your well worn stead.
Ode to the Wind (day 1756)
Into my ears did whistle harmony
Not of my mind or in my thoughts
But wind, easy wind to fill me up
With dear, sweet oxygen.
And to my friend I inhaled in
The deepest breaths I could bring
To fill my lungs so full, I smiled.
For my liberty was brought to me
So free my mind, so free my body,
So free my soul to float on to
A cloud, where I’m with you.
