Make sway my slumbers
Derail my mind
Let go these numbers judging blind

Undo these bumbling
grind reminders
ever stumbling
Shed these blinders

Rid my life of all this trash
That hid my eyes
And brought this rash
Of loss and lies and burning rage
Of tastless ties and wasted days
Of lazy rambles, crazy blame
Shatters, shambles, shacks and shame

Quit this game
Just grant release
And this time help me mean it
…please

A shine divine in times of trouble
A sing of things to come

Within the rims of crimson rubble
Or in a handsome hum

Oh humbled mucks of dim diviners
And tumbled lucks abound

How lowly lie the little liners
With heavens shining down

The fog rolls on conveyor belts
across the glassy water
Frost grips with its fractal claws
to every blade of grass

My breath entombs in pillow plumes
when all goes still to shutter
The shadow blanket peeled back
by sunlight’s glowing mass

Let me soar on the plumes of possibility
Like a hawk on the updrafts of air

Let me catch onto slippery moments in time
With powerful pause​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​
like a bear

Let me gallivant weightless on deer feet
Let me slip through the clutter like hare
Let me look at the world with the eyes of a lynx
In a clearly lit phosphorous flare

Let me share in the wisdom of nature
Let me care with the heart at its core
Just let me bear witness to the infinite dream

Then slip ~like a mink~  ​​​​​from its shore

I came to a place on a hill with a cave
Overlooking a lake and a forest

I came to a place, as if by the will
Of some hidden bidding or chorus

I came to a place where the mountains are Giants
And a meadowland carpets the floor
I came in the face of my inner defiance
In hoping that somehow there’s more

I came to a place
A mystical place
Where the cooing goose sail
And the white-tail chase
And the faces of cliffs stare in momentous ways
That echo the days of the past

Where the mist in the morning
Is kisses in warning
That sunshine is breaking at last

I came to a place where the cool in the air
Livens the lungs, and the rains of despair
Are caught by the tongue
And taste just as sweet as the river

I came to a place where a choir is sung
By the birds and the winds that is hung in the air
Like a time I was young and I flung out my care
To the world in a ravishing quiver

I came to a place where the sky paints a sense
Of a world with a flowing emotion
And then when it’s darkened the starlight is harkened
With the shock of a diamond strung ocean
And this lotion of humilty just pours out the night
And my tears seem to wish fractal webs on my sight
And I almost can’t take all the might I’ve been missing
As I fight ‘gainst myself for the life I’ve been wishing
And break down inside, but the world keeps on dishing
And swishing with spirits I’m always dismissing
Just bursting with flourishing gall!

Then in rolls the mist with her peppercorn kiss
Just when I’m losing it all

And little by little a sky comes awake
And little by little I let go my shaking
As the sun wakes the mountains, the birds and the lake
I see that I’m also awaking

~ * ~

I came to a place, as if by a grace
That knew I had worry and doubt

I came to a place…I came to a place
And somebody different came out

When the day is stalking dusk
And crows are flocking south
When the sun is but a sigh
And sky, an open mouth

The day lets out the last its breath
And silence strikes the veil
Ringing out a stilling heft
Before the night’s inhale

In the twisted trees
Beneath the shroud
Of wetted breeze
And misted cloud
Within the leaves of branches turned
Looking up, with eyes long learned
Upon the skies of pollen rise
Hidden neath the sullen guise
Of wisened wrinkles, crinkled out
From laughter, worry, thought and doubt
Peeling back to shine anew
Like we often always do

I’ll set my dreams upon the wind
May they billow over hill
And wander cross the ocean
In a sweeping pillow spill

May they gander foreign worlds
of mystery and wonder
And spread in spawning spores that sparkle
Ponderings and plunder

And under auspice offered kindly
May they soon take root
To grip the eager minds who find
A blossoming of fruit

Then maybe one will wander back
To where it ought begin…

I can’t dream the dreams I dream of
So I’ll free them on the wind ~*