My thoughts go back towards the dawn
You first appeared to me:
Awoken was I to rambling words
Two girls having quite some fun.
Little fireworks then erupted
– Thoughts of what the day could bring,
Sure enough I was distracted
Just as now I trail away.
You had a headband
Upon your ears
That made me think of a tough mudder
And a friendly friend and dog,
And a dog seat to be cleaner.
You smiled so freely, so effortlessly
So relaxed and free you felt;
The vibe of adventure,
Two friends forever!
One a nurse with a blue sporty car,
The other for pets her heart
Soon one me over, indeed so clever
A patience game of time.
Sure she may not have the shoes
For every single occassion,
But if she has the sandals for
The beach around the corner
Then maybe she will stay with me
And help me tune more fireworks.
Tag: beach
Sunset at the Beach (day 1826)
Western wishes
Glistening beaches
Tide’s rolling home
Ashram Day 28 (day 1431)
It was an unsuspected edge
That took my hand and sighed.
Uneven in my mastery I fell away,
Flew away.
Let to always wonder why
I never called out your name.
I told you where I had been,
Where I was going.
I tried to leave an irregular mark
On the sides of your world,
We shared silent space
Like a heart never knew to cry.
Now this razor upon the sharpener’s stone
Will caress our forever scents,
Chasing away hazy beach sunsets
In sweet ukulele remembrance.
Stay my heart, stay here
For forever remembers clear.
And my bags are packed
I’m heading home.
Ashram Day 4 (day 1407)
A grain of sand
Had my name on it
As it blew across the beach.
I watched it go
To and fro,
Just like my friend the bird.
The grain of sand
Paused a short while
Under a shady tree,
And here I stayed
To watch life be
Delighting about the sea.
Awoken Loon (day 1295)
A loon is like quibbler’s spoon
Lost amongst a star lit moon,
For every motion
Is quite awoken;
A beach of a tranquil loon.
Heat (day 366)
Remind me next time I’m in these parts
To wear my shorts
I cannot remember the last time
I felt this kind of heat
It’s like a summer at the beach
And I’m in full sweater and jeans
It’s like I’ve got two hot packs
Resting in my pockets
Standing by the fire
Or too close to the sun
It’s like I’m in a sauna
And fully clothed
Perhaps even some mittens
And a cup of warm tea
No, none of that’s equivalent
To the heat I’m feeling today
This is much worse
I assure you of that
One thing I do know
That today I sure feel
That summer has now come
And I’m to wear shorts
Just Yesterday (day 257)
Do you remember me?
We would park down on the beach
Thinking about each others plans
Talking about us
Where we’re going in life
What our future would hold
How we believe in each other
Do you remember about Paris?
You said you would dress me in a bow
Walking hand in hand down the des Champs-Élysées
Our friends would call our names
In rich foreign accents as we passed them by
Waving casually, and going on our way
Do you think we’ll ever drive there?
Walking seems much more romantic
Then again, so does an old taxi
You in your furs and I in my bespoke
Your hair would have feathers in it
Your lace would come off black
Do you still get lost in your tea?
As you sit and stare at the leaves
Counting your black magic
Shifting your spells
Deciding when to clear the wallet
Of useless propaganda
Perhaps some day it will become old
Wrinkled from the time
But still just yesterday
Search for Peace (day 100)
I gaze upon this open lake
Gleaming as if shear glass
A log drifting nearer
From some distant bank
Moving, yet not at all that fast
Jumping, randomly, in unannounced grace
The fish seem to be feeding
While my eyes keep focusing
On the mountains that face me
For their touched by the setting sun
A mother, and two kids
Test the cold water
Asking many questions in the patter
I sit here cross legged
On two washed up logs
Behind me a squirrel does a dance
Three feet away, we look at each other
And share this moment in time
However I put it
He knows that I’m here
And the kids keep wandering nearer
The squirrel has got scared
The sun falls further
And I now hear distant trucks traveling
The beach is covered
With various sized rocks
Some one might call boulders
Others they are ground
Into a size
Fairly similar to the size of sand
Driftwood is here
Remains of human is here
And oddly enough, in this lake far away
From any sea, ocean, or salt
I find flying low
Along the banks
Dozens of white and gray seagulls
Gathered
In close knit quarters
Around the base of an emptying river
Perhaps they hold claim
To the butchered remains
Of the feast of some giant grizzly
Only one thing remains
And that is his name
For I have yet to witness
This beast of an animal
I’ve seen overturned rocks
Ideal fishing spots
Still, one shy ol’ bear
Now on to my side
The side left unburnt
Sit three long and slender rocks
They sit on the log
The same log that I’ve chosen
All laid out in a row
I can’t help but wonder
Which marvelous creature
Has decided to leave them hither
For me, I am beaten
A child of teen years perhaps?
Whoever it be, they’re safe with me
As I sit here and spy a lone albatross
The mountains over yonder
I’ve noticed as of now
Have in them a slight tinge of red
I think to myself
That it must be that beetle
That swept through this province
And further to the East (Oh Alberta)
Was it spruce?
Was it Pine?
Was it all those combined?
I wonder what shall come of these cliffs
My squirrel I do miss
I can see jumping fish
Smell burning wood
A golden array
A loon too has joined me
In my search here for peace
[alternate ending: This is the end to a marvelous day!]
Beach (day 85)
Willows blow
Sand is moved
Gulls scavenge
BBQ smokes
And I join
Friends around
Summer grass
A beach fest