Dusting Ferns (day 2633)

Walking hides my feelings,
Like a good turn on the wrong road.
I’ve shaven all my eyebrows clean
And recited fifteen lines of poetry
From Edgar Allen Poe;
So I don’t lie here alone
As dusk settles
I lie here with Gothic mansions
And morbid expressions
Upon cobblestone roads
And lampposts casting awkward glances.
Faint sounds infiltrate
My active imagination
Leaving goosebumps
Chanting spell bound rhythms
Into my sandy shoes
Lightly dusting the ferns
That play havoc
On the rose of my thought
Exploding into the diary of this pain
I have left behind again.

Sunlight (day 2546)

I left you in the pleasant afternoon sunlight
You had opened up your heart to me at night
I had cried to you for many nights before
Until I dried up each of my lost thoughts
I had finally found you hidden in a room next door
But then it came to the time for me to leave
One day I had talked about before
You didn’t ask me to stay around some more
Though I knew, I could see it in your eyes
A look you gave me opening up the wildest sky
A midnight I had seen in the deepest of our hearts
When you had let me know I opened up the door
You wanted me to stay, you stood there for me naked
So I walked away, I turned the other way
A bridge I came to that said do not return
Upon the other side I looked behind, where I’d come from
I saw you standing there, tears in each your eyes
And then my heart bled out, it was our last goodbye
In the pleasant afternoon, midday sunlight.

The Moon (day 2540)

I opened up my window to see
Full moon at my scape,
Emotion flowed from my lips
Leading me into night.

I found a letter on my mind
That began to ring so true
Aligning with my intentions
I had thought through and through.

I roused my warrior to a sweat
How could we lead otherwise!
And into night we danced our dance
For intentioning our life.

Beginning as a quiet chant
Roused by midnight firelight
Spiraling towards the moon
As rivers go on to ocean.

I swallowed in the moon
With ten thousand breaths
Tomorrow to wake again
Bound on my path.

Aroma in a Window (day 2533)

My window looks out
Lost deep into thought.
Two strings I had to pull
Let go their fray
Unwind I went along the walk
River and then back
Which brought me to a stranger who
Said I had two letters of mail
Being symbolic of my thoughts,
Left me on the precipice
Until my coffee had arrived
And aroma filled the air.

Littlest of All (day 2404)

I’m growing fond of settling my little love
Inside fountains of my deepest thought
Seems like I’m getting very pleased
And I look out to waves like I’m never there.
Can you hear me here? I’m missing you.
I’m missing you my softest waves
Since you’re riding home on a little breeze
Taking each little love from me, out of sight
I am on a heavy note to which I lightly float
And settling into what ocean breeze
Finds the fountain of my deepest thought.

Thus Wed (day 2273)

It is no longer passion
That inflames my thoughts
Your effervescence always near
Though they linger while
I take my breath
Of morning air so clear.
What’s left is what makes
Sun so hot
Tracing edges of earth’s day
A silent smile budding
Like a fruiting tree
A sun soaked sigh so gay.
Time floats by in reverie
Visions clearly refined for me
Even ravens as they fly overhead
Hold messages of thee
And so shall be my memory
All thoughts shall rest thus wed.