Silent Shiver

All wrapped up, tight and snug.
Tangled in a warm blanket of apathy.
Tossing and turning.
Rolling, shivering.
Cradled in the corner of silent shiver.
Dreams calling, yelling, shouting.
Holding, calming, comforting, asking.
Is it really that cold outside?

Through

Through words, through notes.
Through melodies that go unsung.
The conversation will be held.
Connecting minds and hearts.
Reflecting soulful smiles.
Brand new starts.
Distant eyes.
Traveling thoughts.
Independently growing.
Collectively receiving.
I sit and wait and sing.

A Motion Undeclared

On roads that lead to white carnations, single roses drift from glance to glare. They shatter soft lights and sunrise stares. Stay safe, stay close. Stand there with arms crossed, head down, examining the patterns on the floor. The magnifying glass sees all. So focused on the unseen, unheard, unprepared. So undeserving to all that fell or felt right. Middays and midnights know not the voices who demand the slightest of pain. To love or gain a motion undeclared, set apart. Meet the sky, the fairness of truth. An honest approach steals my heart, swirling around in the cool brisk ocean air. High above the shore. The view is spectacular. The fear is overwhelming. Hide it back behind the eyes that glisten red. Hold on tight. A fall like this could kill. It passes in time. Slowly descending. Patiently receiving. Waiting for those who move with one calm step at a time.

The Degree of My Supposition

Sunny days fix hearts that break on cold moonless nights.
It's supposed to be one hundred degrees tomorrow.

Windowsill

Just for show is what the windowsill becomes.
A view from my horizon.
My dry eyed grin.
Chasing dreams away.
Away from tonight.
The nearby tree envies my height.
Falling back down.
Frown.
Smile big.
Leap, fly, lie down.
Certainty is certainly a book I never read.
My head hurts.
Tongue tied.
Swollen shut.
Don't know what is what.
Which is which or when to wear that same old grin.
So I keep quiet.
Silent.
Asleep during daylights and just fights.
Peacemaker do you hear my call?
We make what we can't recall.
Undo.
Renew.
We know that skies recite our claim.
Lonely feet retreat to street sign names.
Boulevards.
Slow drive cars.
Take me far from fear to hear the sound of hopeful years.
I'll chant the positive.
Stomp out the negative.
Mantras tangle my narrative.
But not out loud or in the air.
Down the path, down broken stairs.
Blank walls need pictures for picture frames.
Picture this.
An empty list of who to be.
Who to see.
Who will speak instead of me?

It Ain't Perfection

It's uncondition.

Wherever She Steps

Orchids grow.

Cool Breeze in Phoenix

When there's a cool breeze in Phoenix.
The shadows shade the sky.
The leaves have all but gone.
The dessert kindly smiles.
Cool calm wind will gain.
The loyalty of saints.
The southern scent of certainty.
Will ever be the gate.

Home

Free from time to check my pace.
Drenched in love to hide my face.
To live in, live out, grab hold.
My sleepless eyes will never grow old.
Savoring sweet sounds from midnight songs.
The flickering moonlight, the peaceful dawn.
The amusing confusion of simple words.
I'll place them down with what I learn.
With days, with weeks, with years to come.
My home will seek the setting sun.