Deep within the ice cave beats a burning heart
Timelessly, patiently, tending to
the rhythm, the ember, the flame
Keeping heat and light alive
For someday
The weary traveler
Will find his way inside

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grow beyond horizons
ever shifting
zig while the treadmill zags
follow the rocky trail to where it
ends at timber line...
Then venture on
into the heavy mist that hides
the summit
and the sun.

Breathe out. Breathe it out...
No white-knuckle grip on a quicksilver story-
Let it bleed...
Let it shift, let it shape, let it sing
Let the dreamer weave a primal scream
Strum the tapestry strings, feel them vibrate and ring
Dance the colors across a star-pattern sky
Arranged with the rhythm of the wind
Call them back with a whisper - free them into a dream
then listen... just listen...
And breathe

Dreams or Plans

I dreamed of you.
Gently in the morning,
Drawing lines in the dust with your heel,
A breeze of light to sweep the shadows from their sleep.
Summer rising softly all around.
Gathering my courage, looking to the east,
I offer "go camping with me..."

You shrug, and smile, and say
"she has it all planned..." and then I see
Gear in perfect order, lined up in the yard.
Everything on display,
Even the apples wait in perfect rows.
Provisions for a king.


I hear a quiet voice inside my heart
Pleading..."You could do the same"
Whispering... "You can offer more." But
I smile silently
And turn to go...
Shouldering my simple pack,
Dust on the cuffs of my jeans. 

homesick

Cold concrete cages me, keeps me far away
This frigid, unfeeling
Void beneath the floor
Tells me I am alone.
I am not.
The spaces you fill, the places you fit
Hold their shape for you…
Empty for a time, yet warm, remembering

The moon, drawn to where she lies by stars
Drives me deeper…
Instinctively…
Merging, converging
Craving contact,
Weightless immersion
If only with the air you breathe
Or skin cells sloughed in sleep

In absence, I am alien, unsettled…
Homesick, hungry
Missing limb or organ…
As if my treasure were misplaced.
Minutes crawling, creeping
I should be sleeping…
Darkness haunts the heavens and my heart
Waiting for light to return

Just One...

Rattled and restless, ravaged by wind and history.
Rain soaked, weary, remembering…
A bitter, biting chill. Begging…
Please, never again.

Full moon casts a shadow, afraid to celebrate the light…
Callused, cauterized, colorless.
Shades of gray…
Silent

Cowered in darkness. Buried deep, retreating. Bleeding…
Below, beneath…
Beyond

And yet – Believe…
just one…
one…
In thought, in word, in breath
one heart, one knight, one light
one moment, one chance, one night
one look
just one…

The Eyes

A sliver of moon in a winter sky scantily clothed by clouds of lace,
Venus brightly present… cast her spell?
Brick, iron benches, a fountain found.
A chill, a breath,

silent for a moment.
A voice…
The eyes.
Hours pass unnoticed, while time is still…
as if we have nothing but,
and yet have everything.