Bird song
weaves a verse,
telling tales
of a fairy tale curse.
Beautiful in
a moment’s rhyme,
yet deadly
over so much time.
Magic moments,
mark the path,
of love’s endearment
cutting a swath,
of tears and pain,
and broken hearts,
finally, then, we part.
Stark in the reality–
humans impart.
Sad and free,
yet wondering…
and thankful too,
with clarity.
As we expand
in consciousness,
it matters not
what life we’ve kept.
Each does bring
a joyous refrain…
sparks of light,
at highest realm,
flying far….
from where we leapt.
Dappled light
morning dew…
peeking in,
calling you.
All that glitters
is not gold,
see the distance
between our lives,
growing shorter
within our time.
As we stumble
and we face,
secrets live,
and secrets die,
feel the breeze
blow into sky.
Wake up now
face this life,
be the light
and share your grace!
The Summer breeze
fills the air,
inspiring dreams,
drifting fair…
on gossamer wings.
Fragrant scents
bringing scenes…
of distant lands,
and melodic singing,
oceans, deserts, mountains, streams…
these inspire energy.
Creating the future
as brightly lit rings.
All in contrast,
to the present,
traveling as if by magic,
is this a dream
or am I a star?
Slowly now,
descending night
realization…
setting in,
an ending tragic.
Morning bird song
wakes me now,
no more travels
for the moment.
