Monthly Archives: May 2015

Hazy dreamers

Sleep walking
both through days and nights
rambling on in hazy gray dreams,
waiting to live
waiting for life to happen.
This bumper car existence,
these merry-go-round days–
as T.S. Eliot wisely asked:
“Where is the Life we have lost in living?”.

I shall tell you:
it’s lost to the dark canyons,
tossed to the city lights,
behind closed eyelids
and among empty pillow spaces.
Left in dusty libraries,
forgotten in dank alleyways,
fallen between messy pages
and between dirty fingertips.

And when you realize it’s gone,
it’s gone.
Floated to heaven or hell
and always beyond your grasp,
like dandelions blown into the invisible wind,
like secrets leaked from unknowing lips,
like sweet new kisses that linger on.

Keep on, hazy dreamers,
just waiting to live.

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Where the wild sky–

Go to where the wild sky does not end
where the cottonball soft wisps of pink and blue
fade into the moon,
where wild flowers grow like sweet poison ivy,
where peaks of mountains frame distant dreams
and patient days float by like silent streams of dry creek beds.
Do the things that haven’t yet been done,
hug each day in a wild embrace, be free.
Don’t give up on the magic of the unknown,
the sweet unforgivable promise
found under each overturned rock
and in each golden hollow.
Be impossibly tied to the invisible wind,
to the beams of soft sunlight that scatter the heavens,
and as you walk across the endless meadow
tied to that endless sky,
be there — walking —
and never look back with your wild eyes.

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The Trenches

Not invincible,
with flaws and secrets,
things that haunt in the night.
Feel pain,
and hard times.

Shouldn’t compare
to the First World War,
never known the horrors
never seen the darkness
of warfare and death,
but we are
the trenches,
waiting for dawn
with breath drawn thin.

No suit of armor
no gun at our hips,
defenseless to fate,
we wait.

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