No scenery
out this window
No inspiration
planned for me
No green
No blue
No sunrise or stars
No midnight moon view
No windsong gently swaying
between leaves of tall trees
Ah but I can still find beauty
in the quiet lay of these red bricks
I can imagine
careful hands that set them here
I can count them
I can find marks unique in each one
I can watch shadows for hours
as days and seasons pass
And I can find light
shining back from my Wall
clear through my window
straight into me.
I open my front door
to cool of mist morning
What solace this quiet scene
One step in
One step out
This is the place where I pause
Hover between
I look out upon the landscape
broken hearts lay everywhere
no covers on these windows
no shades no shelter from harsh mouthed mothers of opinion
no words of wisdom or compassion too few hands to care
but I hear night stars still tell wonder stories
and if we listen they will shine our fears away
when we feel lost or sad or lonely
when we’re tossed into chaos winds of if only
silent stars are rising up to guide the way
What will we recall
years from now
Slip on sandals shuffling slow
Three hearts
wisp of a willow
Our thoughts unspoken
as we go
into amber light
butterfly while I stumble
ready from deep woods
found your declaration
sprayed passion on stone
wondered as i passed
hands in pockets
if you scrawled that one
below
before or after
itchi-go itchi-e
these present moments
precious fleeting
as are we
Patience
he said
Read slow
my words
I will linger here
Pondering
what it is
You think you know
It’s 2018:
Life remains imperfect
but it remains
Limit The News
Screen poison Points of View
Forgive when you can
And, oh yeah, live with Gratitude
Behind these words are fingers
attached to corporeal being
a universe away yet right beside you, breathing
We speak we exhibit we opine we wander
we meet here or elsewhere briefly
we develop rapport, or repelling
Virtual and physical crossover
barriers remain as barriers lift
sometimes trust sometimes commonality, caring
Exchanges effect changes
Revolutions Reverie Revelation.
Not a sound I heard for weeks now
but our project works like that, with gaps
either you withheld or I wasn’t listening
No matter I’ve never seen your face
I have seen you clearly, there on a hilltop, unveiled
your arrangement of words hope flowers in sunshine
I will miss your brilliant light and excellence
the gentle brutality of your wisdom, your truths
and your presence behind the words I read.
Goodnight, my virtual friend
Go lightly on your journey
Goodnight.
