Entering a change

Broken leaves crack like gunshot
Beneath lumbering feet searching
Through restless forests silenced
By the coming of man.
White tails move away
Clipped paces too fast it seems for eyes that see
For thoughts that seek an end
To the burning questions bred
By indecision
And the hands of fate
That led him here.
Silver light flickers
As a hand held up to block the light
Entering shadows on the quest
To bring peace to the existence
Once lost here among
The hard woods and rot
And the fungus that marks decay
Turned to a pile of nothing
With the heel that kicked it away.
Clouds move in as winds come to call
The eclipse hours off
A change on its way
Where clarity will again take hold
And whisk the thoughts effortlessly away
And as the flies flicker about
Hovering like puppets,
They too will blow free with the wind,
The chorus of nature will once again rise up
To take their place,
And finish the music echoing
In this amazing fortress
Filled with the earths hypnotic grace
And tomorrow’s blessing will grab hold
As each tender step taken,
With eyes wide open to see
This peace at last
To be set free.

This moon turns the thoughts like a compost barrel, around and around and knowing that soon the great dark earth made under the sun each day will turn to itself and become all it is truly meant to be.
Beautiful image taken by my father.

Silence of sun

Below the desolate sun of high
the silence of the cracking
of thoughts exposed
bled dry and swept away
on the dust of a foreign land.
Who listens to the voices calling
come here child and hear
the stories of days past buried
below the swirling dust
of yesterday,
do we move about
eyes forward to the next prize
the highest acclaim
or just the simple desire
to be loved?
Manifesting the destiny here
where the cracks lay bare
wide open and waiting
for the fall of the rain of memories
to drift in and fill the gaps
of slivered space
left waiting patiently
it will all come
somewhere below
the shining sun.
Fill these spaces with light
the goodness that slips in
widening the chasm to accept more
filling the emptiness
with a bounty of eternal joy
and swim silently in the depths
of amazing yellow-orange pool
of a reflective vision
of a summer sky.

amazing photography found at : http://www.gettyimages.com/detail/photo/desiccation-cracks-on-alien-landscape-high-res-stock-photography/135623034


Ocean breeze fills
The soul to overflowing
As it moves on its journey
To this moment
Of bliss.
Days pass by steady
Prints left like memories
Behind in the sand
To be washed away
And recreated
With every step.
Half full or empty
The endless question
Life’s little perceptions
Leave me wondering
Why here I sit
With a melody on my mind
And water flowing between each stride
As the sultry summer sun sleeps
Drifting below the horizon
Leaving a lingering sweetness
Like the finest wine
And a day spent
Loving this life.


Silent echo (unwritten word)

In this tiny fragment of a moment
Where the mind whispers its need
Reverberating round
The hollow cry
Come back to me.
Silent echos seek escape
To have a place to land
To find the vowels embraced
Spoken aloud to someone
I am here.
So many days run by
Like racers never stopping
No breath to catch
The fuel of adrenaline pushing
For the higher feeling,
But somewhere deep within
The knowing cannot be pushed away
That it is there,
The words that need to be set free,
The sound of shouting
Do not deny me.
It will be
Someday it must
Because to ignore the known
To turn the back on the need
To close the mind to what must be
Will matter no longer
When the tempest of words
Rages to be alive
And the pen drips ink like tears