Down
With the fair winds
Rusty wheels
Craning necks
Wasteland
Crows
Death black trees
Smoking ashes
Hermes knows
Persephone awaits
Glorious Queen
She waits
Earth in A Lover (day 440)
Stars stretch from the middle of undying hands of a lover
Crisp and bright and forever in my eyes until tomorrow
The day that never arrives, that holds fast in the horizon
One moment at which is always averted with longing eyes
Starting with scraps of freshly cut hearts laid smooth
The outside pieces of a perfectly carved out heart
Three spots of glue to forget the damage done
Pages that now have the attention cold hands didn’t have
Tugging slowly at papers
Falling
Wind
We return
It is earth
Clarity (day 439)
And then as the hope was still stretching high
Like the demons that grab at ankles as night enters
When all of the stars were close at hand
Right then was the point at which the oldest memory flickered clear
The sensation regained and fluttered a moment
Pushing and pulling at the strings that cannot stretch
Yearning for the attention that has forever been
In a moment of lost consciousness that lurches forth
Just as the impending doom seats the fate of hate
Eyes flickered and rolled backwards into a lost realm
Just then was the moment that clarity didn’t matter
Lover… (day 438)
Lover, come home to me
Let me feel you beside me now
Forget space that has grown
Let night grab us here
And take hold as we dance away
Lover, whisper in my ear
Let sweet sounds heat my breath
Lay me low against the time of night
Push away that cause this
Uncomfortable space between us
Lover, hold my hand a while
As we walk off into the distance
Searching for a sunset
Amongst romantic castles
Stone fences, and cobblestones
Lover, sit with me here
Lets make our backs hurt
Our asses numb
On these cement benches
Staring deep into the horizon
Whispers Tonight (day 437)
The lonely planet whispers into my ears tonight
Talks in dreams and far off stars
It speaks to me in words unspoken
It calls out like a mourning mother
But peace resumes like far off settlers
Half way there and looking yonder
There is hope out there and much to gather
Mindful sights as we sit here together
The night and me speaking in whispers tonight
Wild Coyote Howls (day 436)
When you got freckles like that
There ain’t nothing going wrong
The devil himself
Has got eyes that long
And the world that spins
Skips a beat as you dance
When you got freckles like that
There ain’t nothing going wrong
When you got hips that move
Like a good girls should
There’s bound to be a groove
That lasts so long
With hands held high
You can touch the sky
When you got hips that move
Like a good girls should
When you shoot that grin
There’s a wild coyote that howls
Like mother natures sin
It’s good to dig deeper
When it lasts like a memory
Clutched to the bosom
When you shoot that grin
There’s a wild coyote that howls
Night At The Station (day 435)
Now it’s night and I sit alone at a station of trains
Around me other wayfaring strangers sit
Headed onward in their quest forth
Into the brave new world of tomorrows dreams
I am happy, for the peace that surrounds me
New friends and I have had success today
Frolicking through the streets of a foreign town
Enjoying all that it gives us, blending in like models
Finding spaces between points of the town
That allow for the subtle things to stand out and shout
Waiting for the future to grab at my promises
And all from a bench as the night slowly ascends
Sunshine and Blue Skies (day 434)
Sun that fights through the window
Pouring it’s heart and soul
Onto the precious spots of floor
Decadent and proud as it blasts
All the little spots with heat
Heat and rays
So precious to our environment
That life without
Is not even possible
Rays of sunshine
That warm the soul and
Put smiles on the faces of all
Who dare experience it’s fury
The sky that it erupts from
Free from any distractions
No hue too large
No white to charge
That smile from your face
That shine in your grace
Saved (day 433)
I have fallen along a slippery slope
Down through the crevices and over the knolls
Past the gnarly trees with giant roots
Over the thick grass as it stained my shorts
Under the bridge that held me up
Past the house the weened me home
Around the school that taught me so
And through the gates that held me out
And then, as I grew exhausted
At the bitter edge of the world
I was saved by a thought
Floating (day 432)
I keep floating between that which I know
And that which eludes me in times of need
I keep on guessing at habits which I know
A game meant for madmen and the self-conscious
One at which I heed not the cautions of
And plunge headlong in: full of heart
Ignoring the darkness looming ahead
Anticipating the rocky ledges that mark the path
Catching me at most of the corners
Scraping my knees as I tumble forth
Then again, I find myself afloat
Wandering in this listless dream