A Million Droplets, Hanging In The Air

the sweet whisper
of Night's wonder
lingers on
between fog
and field,
and muted heart.
-a kind caress
upon this old fool's soul.


the thrill
of our wildest abandon
lost,
in a swirl of
misplaced memories,
cloud this mist
with the sweet taste
of a destiny foregone,
and fill the
in-between
spaces
with our hidden dreams
and forgotten desire.


Dawn approaches
gently
with her ever tantalizing promise,
and
this longing
remains still.

Dawn Thunder

giants loom
in the cracks
of these tiny hours,
casting shadow
against the softness of night.



yet,
this light-
ness of spirit,
burning so bright
and so pure,
cleaves ever unto
truth,
as river
sculpts
rock
and time
to perform the impossible,
with patient and placid persistence.



but,
before you slip
smoothly
into this stream of wonder,
flowing from the font within,
a warning, to the dreamers:

Beware,
for here there be devils at play,
carving miracles with love,
and with flame.

Beware,
for the future knows your name.



...

and as a crimson tear falls
up the corner of a deep purple sky,
Destiny calls
as night dances away,
and the last mothers bow down
and cry,
for a new day rises,
and they fear the coming fall.



a million miracles

whispers in the wind
brushing free
yesterday's need,
and
the
chit-
chatter
gossip of birdsong
ring this
moment
with chaotic calm.
As is Her way.

humbled,
awestruck,
and empowered,
i kneel
and give thanks
for the beauty.


a mere spark,
of an itinerant flame,
seeking secrets
that loom within.


let me sing and
let me dance.
let me share the joy
of you,
with you.



this boundless love is yours,
mother,
so let us
dance,
as children do.