Desolate Rain

Empty.
Emptiness fills the room with a breeze coming off the warm summer rain.
Surely this is the last kiss of summer.

Cooling the earth as she sweats,
From a night of passion and fear.
"There's nothing to be afraid of" whispers an angel to a confused child.
"Life is nothing more than a journey we are supposed to enjoy!"

I close my eyes and listen to the Angel comfort the confused,
The desolate.

"Take my hand" she assures the child that there's nothing to fear,
She should step outside in the storm.

They dance in the rain, under thunder
With only the glimmer of each lightning bolt. They are gypsies of the universe,
Born free.
Born wild.

The emptiness melts away.
And she realizes it's OK
To
Dance
In
The
Rain.

Seduction Persued.

It's not that I think there's a soul caring,
Eyes glancing,
A heart yearning.

It's that I believe in hope,
Peace,
And happiness
For all.

For us.
For you.
For me.

To desire an unattainable measure,
Is purely human nature.
Seduced by ideas, we fall weak,
Until we persue the Seduction ourselves.

Arms Reach

Sitting in the sun
Under her warmth,
Exuding her pressure and force.

I am paralyzed.
Her beauty surrounds me,
Her rays engulf me,
Her presence makes me joyous.

I sit and allow her to,
Freeze me,
For but a moment in time.

I whisper into the wind,
"Where are you?"
Arms reach, but so far.

I ask myself,
"How far is the moon?"
Would I really go there?
I just might .

Break The Silence

"What does silence mean to you?"
She asked, with a warm heart and open mind.
"Fear, loss, words left unsaid... Emotions unbread"

"Then why focus on the silence?"
I sat, pondered.

I would soon make noise, break the silence, see the world and wish upon stars. I would fly like a bird, through the clouds.
I would land in the arms of the universe.
I would sing and scream in joy.

I would
Break. The. Silence.

Whisping in the Wind

Can you hear me in the night?
Wide awake we lay.
The words escape my blood stained lips,
To find another way...
To tell you what you mean to me,
And why I've gone astray.
But words are merely whispers whisped up by the wind's forté.

Echo

Singing into an empty space,
How beautiful the echo is.
Closing my eyes, as I get the shakes,
The bones speak for themselves,
"Here I am again."

The internal struggle, let it begin:
"Why am I here?"
"You're stronger than this."
"No, you're not."

I let the echo of my lonely song consume me.
Indulgence in the finer things,
In sin and skin, of lust and lovers.
In dreams.

Where will the echo take me this time?
Will I follow her voice down the rabbit hole? Will I engulf myself in my demons?

I've been here before,
Too many times.
I've come to the emptiness.
Echo.

Blue Jay

It's amazing what a week in the woods will do for your soul.
I'm surrounded by many, but truly alone on this journey.
Surrounded by hundreds, maybe thousands of trees.
Critters, scurry and stop as they pass me.
They can tell I'm truly a gentle soul, a light soul.
Words surround me, but all I hear is the chirping of a Blue Jay outside of my window.
So many young women looking up to me, but I'm not sure of the role model I am.
I've loved, I've lost... I've been hurt, and done hurting.

At night the crickets chirp,
A white owl pirches herself on the top of my cabin.
She is beautiful.

She sings me to sleep.
It's the small things