Night Drive

Driving in the dark
I saw diamonds,
Diamonds in the air,
Diamonds everyhere,
I’d have been wealthy,
But I didn’t stop.
Night Drive

Driving in the morning light,
I saw the crystal,
Crystal wrapping all.
I could have see the future,
The time to come,
But I didn’t stop.

In fading shades of gray
I’m driving,
Through now broken glass,
Glass that is tearing at me,
Flensing skin from bone
What was once familiar
Is no more.

Driving North
Through darkening skys,
It’s winter.

 

Memories

I held the rose
So long ago,
Held it tight, too well,
And still, the thorn lives
Deep ‘neath the skin,
A last remaining tell.

Blue

The blue of the sky
Meets the green of the sea
In the white of thousands of years.
Frozen in a two-sided mirror of time,
You look back to see the past revealed,
Each air bubble a time capsule.
And, you look forward
To see a sea sweetened
By the blue of the sky.

 

Flipping Through the Pages

 The sunrise sun backlit the now brown corn tassles,
it passed through them to light a ream of paper thin layers
of fog strewn across the road.

 I shuffled through those pages early, an hour before the wind
would have done so without me.

 It is the time of year that the fog’s manuscript is rewritten each
day, as sure as sun, as sure as corn, as sure as wind.

 How would the story read? Does it have a plot, a moral?
Is it a story of the end of summer or is it just
a now common start of another day?

 The sun, the wind and I,
 Sweep clear
 The every-nightly left-over
 Clutter
 Of thin slips Of fog
 From the floor.

Wishing

I wish I had the words to describe
the quiet of a sunrise,
the softness of rain on my arms,
the fascination of a child with her first flower,
the liquid silver of morning dew on the grass,
the loneliness of a train whistle at night,
the beauty of frost flowers on cold windows,
the fragrance of a long-lost kitchen,
the love of the woman standing in that kitchen,
the emptiness I feel when I think of her.

I wish I knew how friendship becomes love,
why leaving hurts so,
where I am to turn next,
what life’s journey leads to,
and when I will find the words and know the answers.

 

Gifts

for you who toil,
Rest.
for you who grieve,
Comfort.
for you who hunger,
Food.
for you who are lost,
Light.
for you who study,
Wisdom.
for you who dream,
Heaven.
for you who are alone,
Love, Love, Love.