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
The Silence Beneath the Waves
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Conversations with the Unborn
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
Beneath the Cedar’s Shade
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
The Weight of a Whisper
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
Angels in the Silence
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
Cathedrals of Silence
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
Voices Made of Fire
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
Moonlight Grows Wild
Moonlight grows wild
Upon the southern shores
Of a home once known
So to be one with the wild
Let down your hair
Embrace the wind
Of life
For nature knows us
Before we know it
So the wildness is within us
Is part of us
As the wind grows in
Our soul
Threads of a Shattered Crown
Over the edge
Of demise
And down into the depths of
Waste
The threads of a shattered crown
Come to face
Songs played in dissonant keys
The note sharper then need be
For the crown of wonder
Comes falling from a head
To frail
To hold the weight of
Stranded hopes
Frayed
In the light of
A humanity
Betrayed
The Weight of a Single Breathe
Hold and repose
Out through the mouth
In through the nose
Turn and weigh
Confusion and dismay
To handle a world of stress
Condescending kiss
From the upper class
So the weight of a single breathe
Is what you can do best
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