When I take a moment to look
Into your being I see
What nothing can explain to me
Wonder and serenity
For lost in your movements
Reflecting in your highlights
I see the ocean I’ve ever swam
The snake I’ve ever charmed
Curled right here, next to me
To lose a moment to memory
Galaxy and the Sea.
I lost you in a golden moonlight
That took both of my arms
And let rise above my broken skull,
Trickling the very blush
That held together their sign.
And when the tone struck
An hour that hadn’t been decided,
I lost you in the golden lamplight
That reflected off wet cobblestones,
Making my feeling murky
As one could only hope to drown.
What have I lost here?
I see snow laid down
Tufts of grass escaping
But blowing madly, violently.
Moments ago it felt complete
As sun’s low and golden hues
Touched my trodden face.
Closed in by enemies
I had forgot to invite
The game of envy inside
Had I known the weather
Would be beating down so low.
I’ve been wondering what could come of me
For I’ve lost my will to give
Alone out here outside of light
Forgotten down the road.
Yet every time I form the words
My answer comes alive
Taking me to the deepest roads
Where at once I come to make
A drop into my pond of stillness
Shattering all wandering thoughts
Into outwardly emanating orbs.
It pains me that I cannot unleash my soul
And that it sits here, adoring and alive.
It rocks back and forth with comforting movement
Yet lost.
Purple and blue blinking lights
Reminding me of life late at night
That is more or less lost
On a highway road with dull signs
Still too far away to recognize,
So home is yet to become
The place I’m heading for.
It is hard to know
When to shut down,
When to turn away
From this machine.
One becomes
All consumed,
All stuck on the tool.
But then,
At long last,
A little inkling
Draws one on away,
Like warming of a fire
To take to rest
To take to work
To take the mind
To physical
And find what has been lost
Out on the ground
Nature’s finest mess
A bivy full of uncharted.
The road lost me here
Too many turns
And too many good songs
Singing to me
Through four speakers
And four tweeters.
Windows rolled down
To Day’s hot wind,
Never able to escape
Sun’s firey glare.
My eyes dazed
On Highway’s glaze,
And your arms
Never quite let go
As I looked on, after you
Departing in flesh
But long from forgotten.
And the good songs
Carry on
Over my Mind’s hum
Blurring the wheels
Passing me on by.
I finally lost it
Dying embers of a blue hidden sun
Closing in on the gypsy caravan
Callused and tired
Sweat perspiring in long streaks
Nostrils flairing
Slight rustling of nearby poplar trees
And the echo of every footstep
Beating out of tune with thy heartbeat.
One last moment
Erased the pain
No longer present
Between shoulder blades and spine,
A hoot broke the echoing
Going deeper inside my brain
A distant owl
Awake to the day
Unaware the danger
Of finding myself in
So the path led twisting
Towards a deeper understanding
Of fungii and lichen
Flora and the rot of its day
Until the madness set in
Spiraling to tree tops touching open sky
And a little beaver dam turned waterfall
Gurgling goodnight.
I don’t want to be lost at sea
My memory has drawn me
In more than mohagony
So talk to me like harmony
Sweetest voice I’m cheerily
Making my way, landed sweetpea
Underscore to punctuate thee
Drawn tape and ripped cd
Catapult legends we see
And then wearily
Echoes of our hearts reveal
Landed ground, walking reverie
Grown at last my heart’s wildly.
For it was not the forgotten
The lost
Emancipated yet still beyond.
It cried in open grace
As ancient wisdom
Ran down it’s thriving face.
Ritual abided;
Nature presided.
Delicacy tingled
Down worthy veins
And touched what fettered lines
Could only whisper.
There it was;
Sunlight becoming
Brave, luminous, potent,
Crying for all that’s been lost
Yet standing tall
At the gates of judgement.
