The Mask

My fingers ply at the mask

Janis should be our patron saint

My smile tears at your frown

Warm pleasant thoughts try to thaw

Distant storms stir dreams of hope

Your person moat worn like badge

With no bridge we stay afar

Mysteries of imaginary barriers

Built by ghosts waiting for your bidding

I visits them regularly in your place

But still my fingers ply at the mask

When do I dare remove it?

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Tracing the Night

I trace through the night

Stars light my weary path

My hands are my map

As I flee the daylight

I am exactly who I speak not

Embracing the rich darkness

Measuring life by the heartbeat

Craving out peace in others anxiety

Pounding pulse is just a ‘hello’

Smiles are currency for trade

You will never know my way

For neither will I until its past

If I tell you I trace the darkness

It’s seems a silly game

If my stars guide me I must be lost

As sure as the dawn comes

I exist as a specter in your mind

Beneath the stars I trace the night

My Secret

Like a sweat bead

I cling to you

In spirit maybe

My hope is touch

My heart needs secrets

But does yours?

Sparks free from fire

Pulses racing each other

Looks into the soul

Pander of possibilities

I call your unknown name

Whisper waiting for ears

Dance in the darkness

Flex your wings

Won’t you be my secret?

I know my world

I know my world

I keep it in my pocket

Prefect in it’s place

My skies perennial partly sunny

The clouds wispy just right

I don’t do rainy days here

My rock is my world

Tomorrow i’ll paint it again

Advice to My Daughter

Be it ancient or new

Choose your flag well

Unfurrow it upon high

Ride it among the breezes

Believe in every tale it spins

Never waste time on yesterday

The future is your domain

Second thoughts are chains

Doubts clips spread eagle wings

Think of hope, adventure, and dreams

Embraces grow bright futures

As long as breath passes, live

Dance upon clouds in moonlight

Never clock watch for midnight

Fill your tapestries with yourself

EmptyRooms

Dancing through your empty rooms

Latent voices echo the chorus

Good intentions beat me like a drum

A fool for the alluring style you faked

Maybe I wished to fly along you

These rooms were not always empty

Window dressing and dusty couches

Tapestries covering holes in the walls

The desire to full the spaces too great

Still dancing around empty rooms

Desolate

Tonto Basin

Sometimes ashes wish for warmth

Hope lives as the stranger among us

My feet long to stroll that pathway

Desolation is peace and serenity

Hardly compromised, mistaken for believed

Belief is participation award to acceptance

True welcome is leaving the masks behind

Wings are to soar not be clipped by your hands

I live to hear how your world never changes

It was never your world, but we don’t tell you

I’ve tasted the desert of your soul before

The cure for the human condition is nature

The ills are not oxygen to breath, but baggage

Throttling the horizon causes darkness

Sunsets are supposed to celebrate what was

The fire dances to heights and gives warmth

Instinctively it knows no riddles to live

Which is why ashes wish for warmth

Why some see the world as desolate

Breaking Dawn

Clinging like a web on back of my arm

Mix of anticipation and excitement

Light under tomorrow’s door shines

New pieces of me tease my senses

I want it all now not later

Complete is the foolish dream

But still I await the sunrise

Tying those strands tightly to hope

Knowing fools have reasons

Timidity the stranger we hug daily

Still thinking it will change

But the dawn is coming quickly

I yearn to watch former shadows fade

Wipe away those webs like clutch

Freedom from a past loosely fit

Tomorrow will be tailored to me

The dream states it so clearly

From Within

My heart beats slowly

It’s collection of shadows cast

Future and past layers deep

Lost in within time and place

Eyes search for paths nonexistent

My feet let to figure out touch

From whence I came is gone

Destination lies in the clouds

Nothing lingers like a scar

Hope covers all wounds inside

That impulse jump starts my senses

Tiny rays chase away those shadows

Sunrises of the soul break