"i'll like a drop of rainwater refracting light...
and a dash of illumination across the endless dark too."

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

brave. 


when the cold wind is calling
and the sky is clear and bright
musty mountains sang and beckoned
lead me out into the light

i will ride, i will fly
chase the wind and touch the sky
i will fly
chase the wind and touch the sky

where darkness hides secrets
and mountains are fierce and bold
deep waters hold reflections
of times lost long ago

i will hear their every story
take hold of my own dream
be as strong as the seas are stormy
and proud as an eagle's scream

i will ride, i will fly
chase the wind and touch the sky
i will fly
chase the wind and touch the sky

and touch the sky
chase the wind, chase the wind
touch the sky

Friday, August 24, 2012

the last petal

the last petal danced,
dimly illuminated in the pale moonlight.
like an weightless owl feather,
she has seen the light.

by the gentle breeze it was led,
the last petal, a song it sang.
down by the river's flowing waters,
it softly lands.

the last petal, the last of the white rose.
the stalk, lone and strong.

the last petal, the white swan saw.
her tear fell as she spread her wings.

the last petal,
she now was free.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

once, a treasure barsoomed,
twice, a cliff edge lingers.

interesting encounters,
and brief wonders.

steals the stale nights,
of fish, of scorpions,

yet nothing,
albeit nothing,
21 guns.

Monday, August 6, 2012

different paths,
varied steps,
somebody still misses somebody...
despite believing that there're no exceptions.
somebody.
someone.
no one.
no exceptions.
simplicity.

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