Fearless growth of life
Upon the light of the
Dunes
Filtered grass
Surrounding the path
Where the quiet pines begin
Along the shores of Lake Michigan
To the gentle waters
That lap the shores
So to the moonlight and sun
Be a beacon of light
Among the goodness of life
Time tells the story
I can’t wait to hear
From the heart of the known
Skies
A letter arrives
On the desk of those
Who hear
Clear
From this moment
A memory blossoms
A sweet orange hue
A postcard from time
Will make it’s way through
In the depth of nothing
There is still the proverbial something
Even in the depth of dark
The sound of nothing comes through
For there is always a pulse in the silence of
Night
The heartbeat tells us we are still alive
But in silence there is still feeling
That emerges
When life is present
So know that saying nothing
Can be everything
In time
Upon the day
Of making
Grey to white
Black to sun
Over the barren dirt
Came light
From one
So we revere this light
Upon our summer skin
In the moments of doubt
We must
Let it in
To get out of bed
To achieve the day
To set out on sail
Into the headwinds of life
Is a distant hope of
Creating a new path
Better than the old
And fresh with the morning dew
The rising ritual
Sets the sights of one
On the goal of life
Ahead
Upon the shores of summer
Faded spring growth
Into the sustenance of summer
To be hearty in the bold heat
Humid glow of the moon
To the small creeks and ponds
Of the Indiana shores
Hold up the reason
That you left
Like a season
Over the water
Deep of Lake Michigan
There is a city
That could be anything
But can be nothing
The sun and the clouds
At ends
So the clouds have dispersed
Into the sky
And from that sky
Comes the endless blue
When the sky forgot to end
In my eyes I see
The distant scrapers
Upon the shores
Of Lake Michigan
Under the shade of a dense green tree
In the damp hour of light
The rainlight
Plays through the limbs
Into my eyes
On my skin
To take it all in the shelter
Of summer
Cool and hot
With the rainlight
Pouring in
In the dusk
Of the spring day
When the work of bloom
Is hardly underway
Into the summer
With damp thick winds
There is a place
The world keeps
Where the Wildflowers Sleep
Under the moon at night
Gentle sway
Gentle light
Take me to the place
Serene and peace
To see
Where the Wildflowers Sleep
Along the shores
Of a southern bending river
There is a city
Made from the times
Gone by
From that town springs life
Year after year
The river that raised me
Runs through the center of the city
To know this river is to know my life
From the water we are created
And will one day
Be washed away
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