Shear will and desire.
Pulled up stakes.
Quiet fires.
Burning embers of delight.
Quiet moments in the night.
Sleepless but refreshed.
Running on laughter,
And a written quest.
Category: poetry
Join Me
In one round of
Laughter.
With which I may
Ask for more.
Standing At The Crossroads
She stood. Looking both ways.
Deciding where she should go today.
Right took her back, circled around.
Left went somewhere she never had found.
Left always twisted, turned, and wound.
Left was very, very profound.
Right was the same as all the days before.
Why not take a chance, and turn left once more!
Forging A Path To The Stars
Brightly swirling, curling, wirling,
to a greater known.
To an ocean of sparkling lights.
A place of unicorns.
Looking at the path below.
Laughing at the distance grown.
Laughing at the great known.
Laughing heartily at the staircase which stood,
Right beside this path I forged
With everything I had.
With Grace And Ease
May I accept my day as is
With Grace and ease
I will exist.
Brilliantly Beautiful Soul
Soul you are brilliantly beautiful
In all your faucets, dimensions, and lights.
You are so brilliantly beautiful
In your quest to shine despite.
Despite the naysayers, the questioners,
The unseeking finger pointers,
You shine your light and seek the truth,
Your truth,
With every step you take.
Soul, you ARE brilliantly beautiful,
Wholely magnificent,
And worthy of many lifetimes,
Here and beyond. So shine on. Shine on.
Brilliantly Beautiful Soul.
Night Morning
He called it night morning
The dusky ending of the day.
The part when the sun, quietly tucks away.
He called it night morning
Because it is like the dawn.
The lighting is the same.
The spirit feels this calm.
He called it night morning
In his wise six years.
Explained so elegantly.
Poetic music to the ears.
Now forever etched into my brain
A beautiful sunset, night morning, it’s all the same.
