Crossing

Don’t cross the day before the dawn
Winds open the gate, I burn the bridge
Flames besiege our docile surrender
And the world turns beneath our feet

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Campfires

A look from her

Currents shift

Hope springs

And fear

Lingers there

 

Her eyes wildfire

Shooting sparks

It is untouchable

This feeling as

Moments melt

 

A look from him

Betrays his

Hidden longing

A blistering past

Burning presence

 

His eyes follow

Her

Along a curving path

Of reveries’

Warming glow

 

Irresistible flame

Moths in bright light

Dance until

Nighttime is dark

Smoke flickers white

Leap of Faith

Divided in space

A world apart,

Close enough to feel

Yet too far to touch,

Through this infinite realm

We gravitate towards

Unknown fields of adventure,

Rivers that stream with life and

Mountains of cataclysmic emotions

We have yet to traverse

 

No dream

Is simple,

No endeavor

Comes without

It’s pitfalls,

Yet here is a path

Less walked, a hope

Of something –

Worthwhile and enduring

To withstand the ravages of time

 

To look deep in to your eyes,

Feel your embrace,

I sense the world

Is moving,

My illusory grip

On reality was never that strong

And I willfully let go –

Fall from this jagged cliff

To be broken

Or healed again?

Memory Lane is a Dead End

Fold the pages

Close to the heart

 

Words echo

What once was

What could have been…

 

Creases stain

The perfect past

 

Whispering sensations,

Shadows and teardrops,

Condensate to vanish

 

Flickering in and out of reality

Keeping the bloodline fluid

 

Inside a dream

Dwells the soft pleasure of fate;

It is bulletproof.

 

Directions circumnavigate,

The mind plays its favorite trick

 

Winding up where storming eyes hide

Inside a familiar home

In the midst of life

 

Where blank pages are torn and

Lost, within unfulfilled

 

Reveries

Almost Cooked

Out of the frying pan

Sizzling hangover haunts,

Fractured lines convene here –

I am free, sunup to sundown

My mistakes are my own

And you are my history now

 

Clouds move leisurely across

The blue soul of above,

Thrill me, dance again –

Strutting awkwardly at first, confidence

Returning; death affords life

A new breath of fresh air