Leaving BehindI hear you telling me how to live,when my tears are already there,sliding down my cheeks in silent abandon.I hear you rushing around afraid to stop,when the wind rises up and stirs the muggy air,enjoying a moment in my own pace.I hear you like the honey hive,the community buzzing with your secret lies,serving me with bitter stinging sweetness.Would you, could you, be a friend?Who cannot stop to listen,Who cannot let me grieve,Who cannot offer me freedom to be.I may be lost, but the wandering has purpose.I may be hurt, but the pain reminds me I live.I may be sad, but it reminds me of true happiness.It reminds me
Winter DivideWinter Divide12-3-2006Autumn LairdThe snow came and went,sliding by us with easedividing a line between flurriesand meComing winter speaks cold to mea pace that can only bepassed with a quiet storytold in the frozen limbs of treesLook to the sunset and seethe pillar of lightemanating orange and redstraight up to the heavensits a crystal cloud refractionfrost turned diamondto the sunI see it and yet wonderwhy everyone runs from the coldshielding themselves from a windthat talks constantlysecrets so hidden even the earthlies still to listenWe are revolving around a course and yet it is not unc
Night VisionHeadlights on the roadreflecting across the marsh grassfaint shimmer of showersblack water alight by the glow of firefliessweeping past in the stealth of nightaccompanied by the crescendo of frogsstark cry of the nighthawk callinganimal eye-shine caught in momentary passingslipping into the wild againThe moon hides behind the clouds of a passing stormstars holding their temperant grasp on the sky as the clouds partthe warm day is finally cooled by the wind and rain distant flashes of lightning on the horizoncasting up shadows of thunderheadsnight is met by a kiss of mist that rises up from the fresh lifeA large y
Petrified WoodThe wind sighed a tree moanedGrit settled from the air on the heavy branchesParched veins solidifying to stone cell to cell hardening with timeA desert encroaches upon me the heart beats slowerArms no longer moving to the wind face buried into the woodLush memories fade into a grain of sand baked by the blessed sunI become a timeless fragment of what was tasting a jasper infused elixirChalcedony lands offering me agelessness in return strengthening my backbone Standing the test of my will against the elements that made me.
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