December Fog

Night, dark and grey,
A blanket surrounds
of mist, cool and damp,
muffling the sounds
of life's frenzy until the softness brings
the whispered tones of sweetness;
a voice at once distant and near,
electrifying synapse once alone and silent.
Another world in time and being
awaits the adventurous, the young of heart,
and beckons to dance in the mist, cool, damp blanket of night...   dark and grey.
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Life

I'm 4, in the back of Dad's Chevy,
Not feeling well, and voices are singing
In the stars against the black velvet drop,
and they don't stop
until the doors open and they slip inside
to start the ride
for home.
Can you hear me?  Are you there?

I'm 9, going on 10, in the back of Dad's Ford,
Heart heavy as I wave goodbye
To my boyhood friend running through the yards
trying to mend the shards
until around the corner we turn,
and the tears burn
for home.
Can you hear me?  Are you there?

I'm 14, in the back of a field,
Confusion abounding in adolescent fury
In the midst of changes I don't quite grasp
childhood's last gasp
until exhaustion steps in
and the journey I begin
for home.
Can you hear me?  Are you there?

I'm 18, in the back of the Bay with Ocean in sight
Adolescence behind me as I breath salt air
Mind spinning with thoughts I don't understand
standing in sand
until day's light fades
and I pull back the shades
of home.
Can you hear me?  Are you there?
Can we share?

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Of Tide and Dream

Seeding dreams with hope and desire,
Fanning the flames of love's pure fire
From embers to mature conflagration. Decide
to ride
the tide
to it's flow.

Seeming to leap, to run, to fly,
The soul finds mate in Dreamscape's sky
From touch to hold to full embrace.  Just heed
and be freed
and concede
to it's glow.

Rising from trials stronger and wise,
Finding raw joy within each other's eyes,
From furtive glance to bold full lock. Reside
inside
as hearts abide
and watch love grow.

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The Sentinel

The glow of the lone sentinel revealing the tips of wave after wave,
casting about turning black to gray,
infinite shades on a still, calm bay,
betrayed only by caps of white,
cresting a sandbar in the ink of night.

The roll of the sea adding rhythm to symphony of wave after wave,
calling to the heart searching for peace,
stretching in the distance to never cease,
crescendo of song to soul's delight
bringing life to the ink of night.

The musk of salt air cascading over all from wave after wave,
oddly fresh while screaming of life,
assaulting senses and healing strife,
finishing the mend of a long day's plight
and completing the salve of the ink of night.

Realms of Dream

Riding the onyx waves of night,
Thoughts of love and winged flight,
Set dreams aloft with second sight.
Can you hear the years dissolve?

Within the endless bounds of dream,
We find those things that always seem
To elude the waking hours theme.
Can you feel the heart's resolve?

For far away horizon's glow,
Found e'er distant as dream winds blow
The coming dawn from nightshade's flow.
Can you see the earth revolve?

So sleep well, and know you've found,
The glowing warmth, the song's resound,
Within the dreams of love abound,
As all life's paths evolve.

Footsteps

Soft footsteps on the back of the mind,
from one whose kind
heart beats in rhythm and tempo with yours
opens doors.... 
Friendship blooms, flourishes, triumphs, endures
with intensity and luster
to gather and cluster and grow inside.
Hearts, flexible and ever-young, swell and glow
with ebb and flow,
and so, as love's lights show,
we slow..... the footsteps..... on the back of the mind.

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Solace

In searching for meaning of all things Grand,

The giving sand

Beneath speckled black sky

Echoing endless white-noise of ocean roll

Offers solace.

The import of the living soul

As a newborn foal

Trembling to find purchase at the edge of the mind

So tenuous a find

Surrenders acceptance.

The giggles of young filling hearts with glee

Without fee

Surrounding the mature of being

Ever energetic and free

Renews strength.

The next challenge has come

Between forefinger and thumb

Seemingly insignificant and over-arching

It stands before me and

Fosters doubt.

But I’ve been searching, you see, for meaning of all things Grand

On the giving sand

Beneath speckled black sky

Echoing endless white-noise of ocean roll…..

And I rise

And brush

And move on…having found

Solace.