I could if right
eyes glance inside sky
long winding night
that hurt we know
while evening stars shine
fallen away glow
we could do this
always together alone
secure stars soul
still a waking hour
waits to suggest a circle
again seeks night sky
always aware above
all other aspects of reality.
Glance through windows,
presence has arrived
to perhaps cause shudder,
maybe another frame of mind,
before actually seeing the light itself.
Whole neighborhoods respond to your coming alive,
in the shadowy grace of cast marvels.
We all may wonder
as your trail wanders across the sky,
yet still when we remain and your light
travels further away,
could we recognize the same notion
exists many miles away,
as do others while the words measure on,
defining purpose again,
under the light of the moon.
Silence the tube
a genius contraption
has me wallowing well into the night
the dark world surrounds me
without daily activity.
When I step outside
I feel the chill of discretion
everyone is hiding
deep inside the forest of our mind
we are all challenged by the silence.
When in the break of day
we can surround ourselves
with horns and traffic, faces and eyes
at night, in the twilight
all we are left with is imagination
the surreal reality of what lies around us
the unknown that we sometimes favor
quite readily rather than the known.
Step into a forest, a real woods
trees and brush that will envelop
any novice in the night sky
hope for a moonlit horizon
to help one traveler realize their way
to find their compass in the sky.
At night, while I now sit in silence
having extinguished modern electronics
I sometimes wonder
what is the attraction to my insomnia
beyond the reality of my quiet anxiety.
I called for you
In the spirit of night sky
The sleek hollow of winter’s ice
I will reach for you
Tracing the miles of native’s trails
Searching now the skeleton’s tales
Seeking the fire of a true feeding
What callous shelter prevents my mortal being
The ancestral opportunity to know you
Touch, feel, embrace your spirit
In bones, and ritual and love
All forever hopes of resurrection
Kindling a fire, a spark
Beauty and grace and elegance
My heart pleads to know your true self resonates
For Nature’s winds and ice and snow
The frozen preservation in ashes
Feed my wandering soul your cries, your essence.