I'd prefer to sit awhile
waiting for the storm to come
the heavens rush and clamour and sing
but the rain is kept hidden
beneath the canopy of this weeping willow tree
I am hollow in this coursing wind, a brightened shell and song within.
I am raging in this ocean sky, the greying light a burning sign.
I am buried in my absent mind, wrapped and beating this blurry sound.
For one gradually passing moment
the swirling mist clears a path
leaving cool crystals grasping
onto each strand of grass
Even in shadow
does nature thrive
a silent spectre
full of bristling sighs
with a glimmer
the light then shows
the blooming tree preserved
alive in its shadow
Tuesday, 20th July 2021
At night in quiet solitude of the passing day
I turn the yellowing pages of the waxing moon
Molten in a burning light to show its age
And cast in pooling stains of inky blue
It glows in flickers of a dying candle light
Wrapped in a purple wreath, delicately crowned
An encroaching darkness consuming the night
It dims its eyes to rest amongst the drowned
You can get lost in nature
it entices you into its graceful grasp
luring you into a dream
of eternal sunshine
Thursday, 8th July 2021
There is freedom in the shadowed storm as the veil-wrapped sky billows in a climbing release. I lay here on the rough strewn ground, a wilderness of rain-kissed grass, tumbled yarn, and loose cut threads. Find me in the running lake carving eyes into the overgrown path, lost to the planted sky now curling into a silver smile.
Freedom is more than just running through the rain on Thursday afternoons.
Wednesday, 7th July 2021
As the thunder roars in such tumultuous pain, the sun singes the rim of every cloud until the whole sky is cloaked in a brightened sadness, a softening grey. And the world will sit in shallow wine while the teardrops of the encroaching night play in ripples across the sun's sleeping face, waiting for the moon blank and ghostly behind the starless sky. It is new tonight but hidden from sight, it bows in heavenly patience.
I feel laden with unsaid dreams
spilling over my hair, my feet
walking through a daylit night
full of sparkling stars and troubled sleep
There are roses in your cheeks
and violets in your eyes --
all devotion to the setting skies
This deafening cacophony
creates a solitary peace
encompassed in small rooms
rippling a quiet release
Hold me over a rainbow
Hold me over the tearful seas
Hear the blackbird calling
Calling through the breeze
You hurt me with your fragile words;
lonely is the new day's speech
and the quiet beholds a solemn time
filled with empty promises, I hear you speak
of nothing more than darkness folding
consuming all to sit and see
a new day filled with quietly spoken
words now absent
of your cruel mind and damning speech
It’s quite nice to spend a while dancing through time
suspended in its ticking hours and days
forever a breath away from endless moments
A lady in the sky, she follows
dawn’s peaceful light
in wait of tomorrow's guilt,
burning beneath a mountain of clouds
each one darker than the last,
and yet she shines
brighter than any sun in any sky,
she wanders near those setting scales
backed by lions in a crow like roar
waiting to feed the passing day
a lady in the sky, she waits