"You"

Plastic ink and pigment upon the charcoal and pencil bright of my life.

The spreading sangoire stain haunts the still open grave of my dreams.

Smoke wreathes the cyan expanse above,

Shattered remnants crunch and slice my soles.

"Let go," the whisper comes.

My hoarse breathed voice asks...

"Let go of what?"

Rusted barbed wires and shards blooded upturned, palms dripping...

Dripping...

My silent scream echoed to the abyss...

"LET GO OF WHAT?"

"You," the inane wisdom answers.

And I fall,

Fall away...

Tumbling...

Only to wake.

Moment

The arisen Moon shines the brilliance of her gaze
Upon the near barren Guardian standing on the hill.
My steadfast Star bright of face
Playing with the silvered Clouds.
The evening Zephyr teasing my skirt
Kissing my ankles in a cool caress.
Beautiful and ageless words
Writ on the evanescent page of the Earth.

the Door

To open the portal and walk through the Door,

my mind awash in the salted rain upon my face...

the colors unending, unheeding

swirling,

skirling,

slithering to and fro...



Dewdrop and rain drop crushed beneath my toe,
test...

testing...

ah, yes,

tested.



Failing for lack,

Falling for love.

To lie upon the silver streak

beyond the abyss...





I

step

beyond

the Door.

It Is Time

Tendrils of shattered dreams
Slipping through fingers
The tainted bubbles of yesteryear's days

Smile Little One
Face of Fair Child
Eyes of the Ancient

Wind borne tragedy
The sighs of night
Collapse upon the roots

Shine Young One
Flaxen crown woven of Gold
Feet fleet for Dance

Flame incited tempest
Creation trampled above
Seared wisps underneath

Sing Beloved One
Lips quivering bruised Lilly
Throat ivory Nightingale

Fragile prayer in hope
Pooling salted fears
Bitter barbs blooded

Stretch Aged One
Hands of gnarled Tenderness
Knees given Humility

Shield of faith upheld
Words distilled battling
Messages from beyond the gate

Stay Raised One
Form swathed Light
Beauty reflecting Perfection

Whisper of love remembered
Soul embraced belief
It Is Time.