Take me back there
Waterfalls and tropical foliage
Reverberating along my spine
Soaked with sweat
A deep summer hike
Wearing my clean eyes
And high tides.
I jumped
Like you jumped
Into the deepness there.
A riverbend
An oceanscape
A photograph I’ll always take
That had my ride
In shotgun
Prana, Ohana, sun.
And on the way home
Pure darkness
I had my imagination
Remembering
What I had not seen
A sloping hill
Into the open sea
Around the bend
And horse stables
Wild as I’ve never been free.
Don’t take me back to misery
I’m here with you now,
I am a dusty road sign
Still signalling the way
Upon a path
I know by heart
Ohana I’m on my way.
Tag: summer
Moon And By Sun
I am drained of life
Though calming gray Moon
Shines full into my vision.
My mornings wake
With such vast opportunity
Yet I slouch my way
Into an odyssey;
Blurring noises
From Nature’s highway
Busy outside my open window.
This tea alerts me
It brings my senses
Towards the front of my tongue
So that I can find my voice
Rescued from the deep depths
Of a tortuous night.
And here, upon my tongue
A caress felt within my memory
Time spent in my youth
Unabided,
For Spring spirit in Summer Sun
Reaches no Plymouth too soon,
And this warm milk and honey
Resting on my lips
Shall be enveloped by
Moon and by Sun.
Between The Lines
I miss the nights
That line up
In the new part of an old city
Where street lights feel like rain
On cooler summer night
And my homeward spin
Takes me from a warm crowded room
Onto cobblestones
That echo from my engine
Roaring to life
In spite the effort
I have put
Into making the right moves
And swaying between the lines.
Take
Take what you want
Need nothing more
For remembering
For singing song
There was no audience
No standing pride
Call of the monkey
Song of coyote
When the willow
Grows over your head
Look to the weather
Summer’s soon over
Find me in
The falling weather
Temperature dropping
Frost is coming
Always remember
Take what you want
Nothing worth calling
This singing song
Morning Butterfly (day 3222)
Don’t go
Fluttering butterfly
In this morning glow of sun
I’ve only just noticed you
And I’d like to see you more
It reminds me of a summer shore.
I know your mission
Is to float away so quick
Off to find another spot
In softness of this wind
You go and come again.
Garlic (day 3215)
Graft me to a garlic bulb
So I can be the first one up in Spring
Aroma for a fine cuisine
Tastier than soupine
And when the season’s over and done
Hang me from the rafter
So I can be saved away
To remember Summer’s sway.
Spring and Summer Came (day 3199)
She was a vision
I couldn’t rid my mind
Took a walk around
Saw her everywhere
Made her up a gift
Took it from my heart
Couldn’t find her again
She had deserted me
So I climbed the mountain
Took a great survey
Spoke two words in peace
With my Eagle soul
Clear as day I run
Into the meadow field
Far below my heart
In sweet dew drops
Never rush the heart
She was my very earth
Spring and summer came
Filling me up again.
A Dance Too Good For Life (day 3038)
As if the earth could ever see
Darwinian modes of ease
To see a leaf upon a tree
Blowing about the stem
Back and forth with every grace
A dance I could never trace
Delicate as a flower in bloom
Tough as nails that close a tomb
To anchor a setting sun
Upon the branch that bursts the buds
Then grouping in a seasonal array
One of Summer’s finest delights
That change the landscape one dare not stop
For as the bud shifts to a stem
Stem to a new growth
New growth takes the sprint of life
To bursting red and orange and brown
Then in one last graceful dance
A leap too good for chance to take
Downward left to fall away
Death pose into finale.
Bedroom Windows (day 3038)
In Summer we wore our open Heart
So carelessly and free
You in your two piece
Dancing in front of me
At night we tore apart the sheets
Like two lovers with an unmarked destiny
And in the hours of early Morning
We drank our love in Wine
Then as Dawn began to wake
Our bedroom windows bled
Like Loons upon a still Lake
Taking flight into Night
One lone call began to shake
Each tendon of each heart that heard
Rippling through Summers past
And into Autumn’s deepest
Darkest moment of deadly sin
Until a frozen heart began
To etch the edges of every row
That trailed the bedroom window
And sent deepness far away
Beyond the walls and down the hall
Closed, and danced no more.
Precious and Threadbare (day 2906)
Precious is the value of things
Laying down in silk
Folding each crease between your fingers
As the light summer wind blows lazily
On the floral window blinds.
An old tuned radio floats in,
Blending with traffic
That beeps and yells and screeches
Intermittently, unsymetrically
And my smile reaches across
The ancient carpeted room,
Parts threadbare,
Parts so coiled around this scene
That our precious breath
Falls together in romance.