Why Dance Alone?

Shades of Reality,

Yours and mine.

In that pile of hay

Awaits a slice of harmony.

It's just best that

I'm not left

alone with my thoughts.

Of so many abysses

I could choose from,

I'd much prefer to stick with Jesus.

Didn't your mama say

it was best to play

safe than get in harm's way.

If I saw every bird

That was trying to drop a sign,

Maybe I would know

a tad better.

Water Bubbles

Is it only my vision,

the things I see?

Or is the reality cloud

that is becoming rather obscure?

I know I am

with nothing but questions.

It might just be time for reflection,

to trek upon the treaded.

All My How's...For Now.

How do I know what vitamins I need?

How do I find my sanity?

How do I rediscover my red, white, and blue?

Is there rediscovering anything?

Do we just run in a hamster wheel,...

the pile of whatnots we leave behind

and mistake for progress?

Hazy.

Not quite insane.

Bogus.

Mirages are what YOU see...

and they become what you feel...

until you slip past them.

So, yeah, what is real?

Tell me.

What a dime and a nickel make.

Compare the click of metal to a gust of wind.

Go ahead.

A bit o poetry

I aspire to write

for that I often rise

under a hovering cloud

that is rather dim and misty.

I write of happy things,

the things we know of

only far in never-never land.

I do so to flee from the cloud.

Put me not in a corner

for that I too rise to lilacs,

daisies, irises, and mistletoes.

They too dwell where I live.

Wordless Visions

A dismantled youth.

A promising bottle of wine for age.

A broad whirl of flavors spread on the largest piece of bread ever.

The ice cream girl promises you immediate satisfaction.

The realtor promises you lasting gratification.

High tide flows in as low tide recedes.

A fresh breath of brand new life.

A sweet, long whisper of wisdom.

A dance is always accompanied by some ground.

Milestones.

Milestones.

The rock.

Count not the sheep

but the blessings

you know and see.

Moonlight Turns Water into Emerald

There were bubbles everywhere...

Gleams of sparkles played in the moonlight.

There was so much promise in the water.

Only there was no swimmer.

The swimmer never showed up.

There was just no need to come and go.

There is no looking back,

not even if you are on a ladder.

There is only going forward.

Gather your pieces.

Thank your pieces.

Be whole.

keep your dreams not in a bottle but within the air you breathe.

In the quietest hour right past dawn,

Silence speaks as the tone of the king.

Hope shimmers like the face of the queen.

Doubt dribbles on the silhouette of the jester.

Daylight gives birth to day,

warmhearted creatures softly toss towards waking

as

brand new smiles and dreams come alive.

Today will always be today.

Every minute will be its own.

Every breath is sacred.

Every reflection is telling.

Absorb.

Embrace.

Delight.

Reflect.