Raindrops blur the
World around
The water pools
On the ground
Reflective nature
Abounds
Trickling sounds
The blur of raindrops
Gives us a future to believe
In the green grass of life
And the blooming of the trees
Raindrops blur the
World around
The water pools
On the ground
Reflective nature
Abounds
Trickling sounds
The blur of raindrops
Gives us a future to believe
In the green grass of life
And the blooming of the trees
Woven together in weaves of grey
The clouds takeover the day
From one small nudge
To the highest stratosphere
And above
The threads that weave a forgotten sky
As the clouds lay low and catch your eye
Take heed in time
The sky will open again
And return
From way back when
Right under the curl
Is the peaceful zest of the ocean
Lulling me into the full
Relaxation of water and furl
I hold my breathe deep
With a golden twirl
The silence beneath the waves
Is what keeps me going on
A conversation that never took place
Under the wisdom trees of shade
That night and all of it’s light
Cast into the evening
Without a sight
The conversations with the unborn
Will bring warnings and news
Of the light on this world
Dimming in all of it’s
Hues
The words spoken by
Owls
As the tale goes
The last leaf’s secret
Lies somewhere on the forest floor
Asking questions
Searching for more
These secrets hold the world on
A rope
So learn to hold tight
And don’t let go
Under the shade of the cedar tree
Growing grass light
In the summertime
As the sun gets caught in the leaves
That cast the shadow
Where I sit
Feeling the heat of the day
But the cool of the trees protection
From the world at large
My mind rests
Beneath the Cedar’s Shade
Can words press on the weight
Of time and place
So hold the timbre of holding
The whisper in the ears of
Wildness
How we can learn from each other
In the full summer bloom
Late into the fall
The weight of a whisper
Can have a toll
On us all
Beyond the sound
When all volume is turned down
The angels in the silence
Have mercy on those
Whose ears await the calling day
For the moments of tender
Sweet
And true love
Are upon us from above
So take heed to these angels
And give us the way
Forward
The footsteps upon the granite
Tell me that the silence is only
In stillness
Stillness results in reflection
The only way of detection
To purge the soul
Of it’s own dirt
The Cathedrals of silence
Go calling for us to return
To come back and embrace
Stillness in a holy
Place
From the depths of my own despair
Repaired again
Broken and painted back
From darkness immense light
The voices made of fire
Cast into the night
A glow of orange bloom
To know this frustration
All to soon
Is to hear the callback of
The blast at hand
For in the spire
There are voices made of fire