Rain falling without sound

Rain falling without sound

Blurred reflections in black

As if love was napping

And colors will come back

Time passing glance to glance

Footsteps soft as pale light

Attention to detail

Now lost in some mere trite

Cape Horn’s narcissism

Cape Horn’s narcissism 

Was disguised as morale

I’ve become gray rock in

The Panama Canal

Another Magellan

May set sail and head south

No pledge of allegiance 

Will billow from my mouth

New mornings are so old

New mornings are so old

We are fresh out the gate

Permission to forget

Excitement to create

And again and again

The gallant march and dirge

Fragmentation and forge

Resignation and urge

It was your breath in mine

It was your breath in mine

Concentric circles reigned

Then out of your shadow

My center tree regrained 

And the mark in the bark 

Time and growth helped to heal

Understanding it was 

My empathy and feel

Emerging emotions

Emerging emotions

Like Jackson Pollock paints

Or Mark Rothko layers

Of both boldness and faints

Still feeling the rush of

Abstract and undefined

Waiting for clarity

A Vermeer or refined

In the great compression

In the great compression 

A dried flower fighting

The beauty and scent of

The new and inviting 

Like thin tissue paper

Imagine and feel days

When it was offering

Its nectar and amaze

Grown so tall that so few

Grown so tall that so few

Can climb to trim the crown

Wild and untamable

Live life until sawed down

Avenues like sun rays 

Reach further out beyond

Change with the ease of breeze

Grow with the flare of frond

We witnessed and parted

We witnessed and parted

Perhaps the imprints left

Faded as time washed the

Great reality theft

A fall from a high shelf

Or the pedestal shake

Some events are still as

Fresh as this morning’s break

Someone just beginning

Someone just beginning 

My words not holding weight

Easier said than done

And long washed from my slate

Like Everest calling

Death Valley far away

Strive for the first base camp!

What is it that you say?

Life without normalcy

Life without normalcy

Undefinable roots

Twists in the grain and bark

And misunderstood fruits

Sole intention of be

Having pi in the math

Stirring the elements

To create my own path

Morning with painted light

Morning with painted light

Loose sheets of blank paper

Winter leaves a desert

Across its long taper

First the bulbs then bushes

Then the trees joining in

All the while evergreens

Guard steady with a grin 

No use in worrying

No use in worrying

Like dried blood in the ear

This is not the moment

This may not be the year

Sketchy plans tomorrow

The store in a few days

Rain always forecasted 

Time is never a maze

We reached the horizon

We reached the horizon

From there we could clearly

See all the waiting dreams 

From afar loved dearly

And their beckoning call

Collective whispers shout

We are here and will wait

This is your soul’s about

Swallowing the darkness

Swallowing the darkness

And gardening the bleak

Building daily structures

So Life muscles won’t weak

We are together in

Slowness and in repair

Sketches into paintings

And small steps into stair

In a wider wonder

In a wider wonder

The questions are flooding

And in this Overwhelm

No fruit and all budding

Back to the thinner line

So hard to walk narrow

Reaching for ideals and

Aiming high the arrow

Staring at the eclipse

Staring at the eclipse

The moon can’t fully block

No warmth and no light just

A dark side and some rock

In a brief film noir

The city lights are fooled 

It took me years but now

I am completely schooled

Each day life opens up

Each day life opens up

Be it mountain or plain

Are we not together 

From hectic to mundane

For fireworks and rainfalls

Watching sparrows make nest

Will the red tanagers

Pass through this year for rest

And so what is the worth

And so what is the worth

If profound should be found

Personal victory

Still silent in the sound

And so the ribbon breaks

With no one in the stands

Pure gratification 

The run-on sentence and’s

In a gray April rain

In a gray April rain

On a road heading east

Crossroads bridge above us

No cloud breaks in the least

Cocooning in clothing

Yet, still a holiday

Momentum of moments

What else is there to say

My compassionate heart

My compassionate heart

It came with forgiveness 

The harshness hammered out

Between us, an isthmus 

Sorry for your sadness

And for such a hard blow

What is lost forever

Just wanted you to know

On a red clover bloom

On a red clover bloom

My wings up in prayer

On the foot of a hill

Somewhere in a nowhere

Like a gravestone where time

Has worn away the name

A shout without echo

Unrecorded exclaim