Gravity

I had envisioned if I wandered along those lush paths, through the forest alive with rejuvenating silence, I would find peace in solitude.
After an arduous trek, an uphill climb it seemed, and absorbed in my own thoughts, I realized I was in the midst of a clearing. Looking backward I could barely discern the path I had taken- and ahead- a virtually unmarked expanse.
I had made it thus far alone, and though the thought of completing the journey in solitude now terrifies me… the solitude still beckons from the shadows.

Patience

As summers go,
    so do springs..
yet winter's all swathed
    and wrapped...warm.
It stays,and calls to welcome
    the drifts that envelope,
        in one fall, these walls.
Four on a side,
    three months and counting
in silence some pass unheard,
    hunger mounting.
Seasons of change, they say.
But what of winter,
that frozen flaw,
waiting on the sun?
and so...we draw on.

Awe

I fall in love a thousand times a day,
the infinite faces of nature smile upon me.
Perhaps if I strolled aimlessly more often,
she would smile more often.

Her perfect beauty enthralls me.
Unimpressed by my actions,
 yet watching every move.
 I think I’d wither
should we be kept apart.

The Mist

Is a dream a gurgling brook, reflecting prisms of sunlight
into the eyes of a circling hawk?
Or maybe a field of goldenrod and purple blossoms
teeming with monarchs?
Or maybe an immaculate snow covered alp
circled by a majestic eagle?
Or maybe the fluttering of two
lovebirds on the wing?
Or maybe it’s just a perhaps
floating through the mist of the mind....

The Light

Old age creeping up behind my eyes too young
Too soon clouding up the memories.
And the taste of life in my mouth
Once so sweet is now too bitter ...too bitter.
Young lust ...now so trite , so empty
Too primal and solid, too soft
The want perverted and lost among
Needs too strong and convoluted.
Old age treading lightly on the boards
Of a play too soon over,
Too short, too abstract, too pointless,
Too purposeless.
Could I step back into youth too soon ended it would be too little...
Much too little to cut the acerbic wit of life too long.
The cloud too soon overtaken, the fog too great, the murkiness
Much too deep...ohh so deep.
The light though.....the light.
Such clarity and purpose in the light .
Just so soft and understanding....just so bright.

Insight

A man is one who can walk away from dares
and affairs of the heart, unscathed.
And turn a cheek to a provoking slap
and battles that cant be won, well behaved.
He can turn his back on a woman who
would rather live without him, un-depraved
His travels lead to truth, love, and happiness
when he follows his cause.
His friends and family give him purpose,
his children give him pause.
When all life falls around him
he remains proud and strong because,
He has already found himself behind his flaws.

Hollow

A dream echoes inside your head
in fascinating sounds,
the image whirls around
bouncing and careening for too long
until the echo loses it’s own beginning,
it’s own end and all that is left
is the hollow core of an idea.