I Look at you

I look at you and see waterfalls, see a current, a persistence that can slowly smooth away the edges.
I see clouds, see shapes, solid but transparent in the winter light.
I see a soul that can bruise, can get trapped in the undertow, and pulled into the dark.
We sail away on ribbons, waltzing in the storm
We leave it all behind, carvings on the doors.
Painted boats rock against their rope
Tethered to the posts of a forgotten world.
Wooden floors sigh with impatience
As they wait for the dust to settle,
Instead of dancing in the twilight.
My fingers trace your dreams
Feeling their textures, their twists and turns,
Lingering on the Fall trees and Spring flowers.
Sweaters wrap around us,
Bumpy and braided,
Knitting together mountains, streams, grass.
You are evaporating, Waterfall,
And until there is just a Light
In the clear midnight sky,
Transgressing.
I look at you
And see.

Cease to Be

Fog sinks into the tal
And you are alone
With the humming of the Indian trees
and the seeping of the dew into the moss.
Just a rest, you whisper, just a rest.
You lay your aching body
Down upon the cushioning ferns,
hugging you like a mother holds her newborn:
protecting, trusting, comforting,
Safe.
Du bist allein
And your heart beats in rhythm
To the dancing Herbst leaves,
To the humming of the bumblebees.
Your skins starts to stretch,
It fits more comfortably,
More freely.
You can move,
Think, Imagine, Grow, Create, Love,
Cease to Be.
You Cease to Be in that moment
When your heart is not your own,
When your skin is not on loan,
When your mind is not drone.
You are Open
And Everything washes through you
Like Spring's first ice melt:
You are clean and reborn
and refreshed.
Enveloped, you open your eyes
And see for the first time
Autumns new colors.

My Way

The constant droning of the fan
Pushes hot, stale air across my face
Rustles my hair, unwanted.


I breathe through my nose,
Hear my own intake of life
And let it go, 
Trying to push out 
The Bad, The Doubt, The Worry
That are sitting in my lungs.
They are seeping into my stomach,
Like a poison
Like a knot
Like a fist.


Anxiety gnaws at my conscious
Making sleep always elusive
And distant.
What if I am wrong?
What if I don't find what I'm seeking?
What if It stays the same?
It's always a step in front 
Out of reach
Retracting
And leading me away - 
It's way -
Ma way?

Somedays

Somedays
I think that swimming is the closest I'll ever get
to Heaven.
Not swimming in a public pool or doing laps at the gym
But diving into icy mountain water
That takes your breath away.
In that instant
After your body has gone down as far as you can make it
Dark green emptiness waiting before you
And your ears pop, your heart beats true
And your lungs are screaming.
In that instant
When you start to float back up
And calm the panic inside you
And feel the water wrapping itself around you
Weightless and free.
In that instant
When you see the different colors
Reflecting the world above you
And you know peace.
When your head breaks the surface
And the sun shines upon your head
And you breathe a smile.
You are washed clean, reborn
In that instant.

Barefoot Cooper

Barefoot and broken
Running across the battered track
Torn soles underneath
Breathe in the clear morning air
Leaving it behind
Fire and ash and smoke
The sins of the past
Smeared across skin,
Pressed against lips
And smothering the Life
That should have been
It's just bones in the ground
Bones in the ground
The tired ground.

Your Bones - Of Monsters & Men

In the spring we made a boat
Out of feathers, out of bones.
We set fire to our homes,
Walking barefoot in the snow.
Distant rhythm of the drum
As we drifted towards the storm.
Baby lion lost his teeth,
Now they're swimming in the sea.
Troubled spirits on my chest
Where they laid to rest.
The birds all left my tall friend.

As your body hit the sand.
Million stars up in the sky
Formed a tigers eye
That looked down on my face,
Out of time and out of place.

So hold on,
Hold on to what we are,
Hold on to your heart.

Awaken by the sound
Of a screaming owl.
Chasing leafs in the wind,
Going where we've never been.

Said goodbye to you my friend,
As the fire spread.
All that's left are your bones that will soon sink like stones.

A Breath of Heaven

Every now and then,
when the world sits just right,
a gentle breath of heaven
fills my soul with delight...
~Hazelmarie ‘Mattie’ Elliott, A Breath of Heaven

Evening Tide

I can feeling it rising

Searing and summarizing

Everything I fear most.

Reaching through my heartbeats

Trying to best me

It creeps into my throat.

Rotten words spill forth

From my cracked lips

Hollow with an echo.

Too long underneath

The rotten wood feels defeat

And cracks without hope.

But the sun will rise again

And quell the evening's tide

For who will ever know

What really resides?

Spiderweb

The Spiderweb didn't ask to be

Spun.

The Spiderweb didn't ask to be

Threaded or Stretched.

She didn't ask to be

Opalescent, Adhesive, or Taught,

Nor to be placed among the brambles

Not quiet gazing at the Ocean.

She didn't ask to be Fragile,

And she didn't ask to be

Torn down

By His hands

And thrown into the wind.