-----**-----**-----**-----**-----**-----**-----**-----**-----**-- The Hidden
i live in a well...
i live like the vapor mist of water
in a well.
i live like a mist -
cool and refreshing
after the heat of day is gone
and the uncounted sun souls
cast light in the night.
i see cold stars in distance
and the nearness of morning;
the beginnings of a new day forming.
as i begin to begin again
i live like smoke
in an old stone throat,
like the soft songs i used to sing,
that have turned to dust -
not to end, but to begin.
i am young and i am old.
sometimes i fall like rain
into the well.
sometimes i fall like
the soft misty rain.
spider webs collect me as dew drops
to sparkle in the morning sun.
i am like the thunder in the distance,
an alien tongue crashing the silence.
i am here and then i'm gone.
i am mist and moonlight and memory:
the sun, the sky, and the sand.
i am water ripples in the sea;
starlight in your eyes.
i am the nearness of warmth
and the cold of distance-
the buried beneath
and the unseen above.
i am you and me and love.
i am a mirror for reflected emotions;
a sun-burst far off in space;
the hidden behind my face.
i am arms and legs
and toes and trees,
like touch and taste
and a soft warm breeze in summer.
i am a moment in a passing time;
and everything that makes me mine.
i live in a well.
*****---**-----**-----**-----**-----**-----**-----**-----**-----**--- *****
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<FONTCOLOR=#777780> Wind Chimes and Memory
some songs were sung on the hill
where strawberries grew in wild profusion.
summer breezes warm upon our bodies
brought tears shed from broken eyes
of some long ago in an illusion -
a dream of a memory -
a picture of all i know
the breeze makes the trees
make moving shadows from the sun -
makes oceans of tabletops
and seas of grass -
all in my own backyard.
wind chimes flicker
wood-caught wind-blown
sun-bright laughing sounds -
clear morning greets rising smoke
swirling spiraling
dissolving into day.
sometimes
when the day is done
and the shadows lenghten
i sit and only think of you.
*+ * +*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+** The Solitude of Soul
lonely footsteps echo in the shadows
as empty words fall on open ears...
eyes searching eyes find much to share...
and so much is shared,
but one is not looking...
stories of lifetimes
leap from parched lips
to unfold as pages of poor misery
and time spent seeking
speeds recklessly on its way.......
as lonely footsteps
echo in the shadows...
oceans of infinite depth hide secrets
from the glancing gaze of unseeing eyes....
shades of blue and pearl
reflect shimmering truth...
unspoken words that speak of beauty
are never heard...
subjected indifference
scatters true feelings to the walls
only to deny entrance...
loneliness is a pinnacle...
for some to stand...
and some to fall...
to the vast emptiness
of sky and sea
the city is but
a small jagged solid...
the causes of illusion
are not pretty to discover...
miles of silence line the road
and passage marks its time
against your eyes.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+* Is This Love?
i look at you and see happiness...
and feel a glowing warmth.
a feeling that rises inside me to fill me
when the eyes of your love cover me...
aglow with the newness of life
i am bathed in fresh clear waters
which cleanse my soul.
i look at you and share your joy.
i look at you and see sorrow...
that which lies so deeply within
it cannot be expressed with words...
feeling your need i am bound to you...
and reach beyond myself to reach you...
to soothe you with softly spoken words.
i need only to look at you to share your sorrow...
within you i am all and cannot be parted.
i share all that you are...
in this way i give you all that i am.
Without you i am only part of what i can be...
yet i am still with you...
and have no greater part
than that which i give freely.
i look at you and see sorrow...
the solitary pain of one who has walked alone.
i look at you and see joy...
the fulness of this love which has been known...
my eyes look into yours and I see all that you are...
i see all that has been...
and i see all that can be...
yet i have looked no further than your eyes...
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*S<FONTCOLOR=#3B7580>omewhere Far
somewhere;
in those far off forgotten fields of summer
the sun still shines on fragrant flowers.
somewhere;
lost in misty memories of morning
dew still sparkles dampness in the clover.
somewhere;
a rainbow arches the sky
after a soft summer shower -
beautiful against the blue.
somewhere;
lovers lie lost
in the forever of love -
touched with the tenderness of smiles
hands held lightly
in the balance of youth -
hearts beating strongly in life.
somewhere;
the sun still shines
and the tide rushes in.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+** Is It Really?
i feel that feeling, the catch of my breath -
that tenderness.
the waiting hours, slow passing minutes -
Anxiety; a warm feeling,
an acute aching.
passing time with the thought
that she cares;
the fear she might not.
a warm feeling.
the touch of her hand,
the smell of her hair;
a whisper.
the sound of her voice.
the way she walks. Her solitude.
the way she laughs, her impish smile.
her angry eyes, flashing, then crying.
the way I feel when I hold her.
the way I miss her when she's gone.
there are many places where,
though so far away,
are really no more than
a thoughts flash distant.
a memory snatched from
an endless flow,
that can cause acing pain
or a warm pleasant glow.
i know people and love,
hate and pain
born from loving, losing,
knowing
and loving again.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+* Just A Thought
i think, and so it is mine
(though i may not be correct)
that here, which is where i am now,
is the same as there,
(which is where i left to come here from)
and though there are things that are different,
(and things that are the same)
so am i, so it doesn't matter;
i think
(but i am not sure).
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+* Whence Comes Spring?
i
in chains
sit transfixed
before the door
glass
words pour
from my mouth
form images in my mind
not blind, but transfixed
before time
in figures
the room at the top of the stair
is like a silent garden
warmed by the sun.
the flowers push up through the ground -
even after autumn and winter
have come and gone -
to freshen anew
spring splash color greets
the singing of birdsong
knowing summer
won't be long coming again
at the top of the stair
my empty room waits
while the late winter sun
slants lazily through my window -
dust particles hang suspended
they hover then dance
a slow moton ballet
in sunshine ray.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+* +*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+* To Reach You
i saw you
then felt myself set free
i watched ~ turned to look,
but I couldn't see.
i tried to speak ~
to touch you ~~ somehow
to reach you. 
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*++* Scary
my room disappeared this morning
and it was kind of scary
because it was the last thing
i expected.*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+* 
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+* T he Canvas
i can paint a picture without brush or canvas
to depict a small child standing in an open meadow:
colour the month green grass May
with white fleece clouds coursing blue sky and sunshine day;
and the child, with tenderness in her eyes,
standing alone in the field with a flower in her hand
and a sunshine halo in her hair.
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