Surely the Light Would Come

Were winter longer

surely the light would come

brought into being as ever before

just as long enough it lingered here too

in this glistening shimmer that brought hearts

to the verge of beating and bore them into life

the way we heard in your voice and listened

naturally flowing synchronicity abounding

here in the la la land of timelessness

with nothing to regret but now

where hope springs

and fear dies

in you

who are

this cradled being

held sweetly in our esteem

hopefully like a butterfly and not a captive

so tenderly as not to rub the sacred powder away

leaving that fairy dust resting upon your wings
allowing you to spread it at your calling

 touching the right moment in words

sometimes unspoken but true

always true and meant

meant so well

even when

unheard

misunderstood

or ignored completely

as the sea does ebb and flow

sometimes an eon is required to wear

thin that crusted coating in which we dress

defensively adherent to our denial

until we break open our dam

as only our hands can do

and start to realize

you cannot give

but to yourself

and we can only listen

to our heart's beautiful song

if we are willing to embrace this curse

that is a blessing and begin to stand fearlessly

walking through the mist of that veil in faith

that on the other side lays waiting

the hope of our own heart

longing to know itself

and mistaking you

for the love

we miss

giving

to our self

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

Happy Birthday Un Asleep

Unseeing the Illusion

Your work is so strong and pure

unseeing the illusion of lost hope

you gather around you ever growing

new vision that knows the clear way

as you stand where mountains are born

at your very own commandment

and find them shimmering just for you

all the while knowing behind the veil

that climb them you will and must

for they are the fabric of what makes you

whole in your divinity as you know you dwell

limited only by the moderation your wield

gracefully bowing to the blowing wind

that suits your fancy and makes you dance

free of the bounds you once tied yourself in

like a butterfly flowing from her cocoon

no longer needed in the spring

where you stand in this moment

and every moment you choose

Just a Reflection

Lost inside this puzzle

swirling inside the wheel

that spins inside the wheel of wheels

where I tease myself with complexity

the tease teasing the tease

in my fractured fractal omnipotence

unaware of the parts that make me whole

too relaxed to see what is tense

too tense to see what is relaxed

merrily rolling along in my boat of dreams

crying all the way to the falls

fretting over nothing at all

choosing closed eyes

and a quiet mouth

that never even bothers to ask

so the questions in need go unanswered

and the answered unasked questions

are seldom listened to enough

except in free fall

when the tether breaks

and the ripcord fails

or the chord rips

littering inharmonious notes around

in a jagged jazz salad of discord

and that is where we were born

my feathered friends and foes

supposedly we walk here

in the jungle gym of hope and dispair

abounding and resounding

sit me down still a while

and make the voice that speaks listen

through ears yet ungrown

unaccustomed to knowing

blabbing their way along

without reading the signposts

that we left ourselves so profusely
in plain sight easily seen for the looking

as those occastional parts of us that observe

say a particularly quiet prayer to no one in particular

as another day opens and closes at the same seam

stitched in timeless cadence marching into eternity

where I once glimpsed your face in mine

and mistook you for a mirror

though really you were

just a reflection

of all that is

Time's Strange Bend

Time's strange bend wrinkles again

against the wall of uncertain emotion

shockingly the wheel turns once around

as always in motion this ocean must be

seeming alone somehow while knowing

never alone can truly we be

so in these woven hearts

that spin and kiss eternally

we find a moment of pain

a reminder of how far we reach

beyond the shores we call home

and the ever present beacon does call

and some do answer it sooner

than we are ready to release

the lovingly rendered hand

that we called sister

a teacher of love

in communion

this union

stands

and blossoms

on the face of tears

falling in tiers

a while

giving way to recollections

laced through with warm reflections

allowing a broken heart's high climb

upon the diving board of hope

from which you may spring

into the eternal pool

and see clear

that which is

today's

sweet

meaning

and understand

how large your love is