Return me to the dream

Woke up breathless…my breath stolen with the realization that what I held in my dreams was more substantial more tangible, then the state reality forcibly returned me to with the dawn.

Oh Light, how false you prove…

Heathen dancing shamelessly and wild, Pan run amok

Blinded by possibilities and sun touched dreams;

Return me to Darkness, where the cloak protects all;

Enshrouded in loving denial and blissful ignorance.

Return me to the dream, where Morpheus or lucidity

orchestrate all, and the script and desire can be changed…

without reason or excuse.

First Snow

Awakened with a song in my heart

and a name on my lips

as Winter’s first kiss on the horizon marks a new season…

A sprite follows nature’s courses awaiting Spring’s song

With sad leave-takings behind

And hope before…

Advice #4: Put her name in song

Put her name in song

In prose

In a breath

Sing it with passion

With heat

With welcome

In peace

Into the air as Prayer

Magic in syllables and color

Fear and ego abandon themselves to the appeal,

while the Arrow with an Honest Goal

finds its Prey, True…

On Pain

Pain

Dark,

Regal bruised

Throbbing

Dull

Persistent

Silently Deafening

Congested

Thick like Molasses...

A Purgatory of Perpetual Annoyance

Distracted till Ruin by a knell's Itch

One holds their Breath

In hope of Release...