Night Wind Winding

Silent whispers of night wind winding
through branches bare, once full with flair
and color, to break against shelter walls and add
white noise against a backdrop of sleep silent.

Mind turning events of now, and then, and yet to be
to meld and mix and blend and fix
until something resembling thought and conclusion
comes crashing through to epiphany.

Rain intensifies the whispers of night
crescendo distracting the thoughts impacting
the choices made in seconds of fancy and logic
consumed by reality and truth and perspective.

My selves of now, and then, and yet to be
discuss and dream and think and seem
to be enjoined in conversation, but truly it's not....
It's whispers of night wind winding through branches bare
and it's there
that we care
for the dreams of another heart beating
while white noise sings against the backdrop
of sleep,
silent,
and sweet.

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A Breath, A Whisper, A Dream

A Breath
Taken sharply at first site of love, bringing warmth to a winter's day,
chasing all rational thought and filling heart with unfamiliar joy.
Exhaled slowly to calm anger and shock, slowing blood rising swiftly,
cleansing thought of rash action and haste.
Escaping softly on a crisp, grey autumn morning,
mixing with tears graveside, betraying the presence of fresh grief.

A Whisper
Against an ear, sheltered with palm, sharing secrets of best friends,
confidence forged forever and a day from children at play.
Leaning close, barely audible, standing side-by-side
while "paying attention", breaking monotony and boredom deep.
Professing deepest love in the closest of moment,
spicing passion, forming promise of commitment stronger than any ring on finger.

A Dream
Dancing loosely, just out of reach in the dawn of day,
teasing conscious mind with tickles of fancy not yet known.
Vivid and clear, sensation rich, colors vibrant
fooling the mind and heart with reality unreal.
Known and promising, straddling the fence of fantasy,
nudging aside inhibitions, urging on the taking of chance.

Such is the life of woman and man, the trifecta of origin
of all we are.
A Breath.... A Whisper.... A Dream.

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Requiem of Insomnia

Standing with sword of shadow and light, 

invisible warriors ready to fight 

the evils of inaction and lethargy this night 

that productive thought may proceed.  

Mind weary and worn must forge ahead,  

heedless of calls to rest and bed 

lest the beasts of failure and regret be fed 

the manna of want and need.  

Then softly, a song from deep within  

of comfort, calm and peace does begin 

to sooth the heart and salve the sin 

of drive and push so deep.  

Take time to hear, to hum along 

with eye closed and body swaying; this is not wrong.  

Your heart has need of this restful song. 

So sing...and dream...sleep.  

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Upon Further Thought

In the dark of night as the scent of light
flees Earth in search of day,
The heart's content in reflections sent
within the soul's display.

Where will I go within the flow
of time, reason and space?
How will I rise with tomorrow's sighs?
With wonder, with love, with grace?

Each night resets a day well met
with lessons learned or no.
How long the test at your behest
is not for you to know.

So find your path bereft of wrath.
Waste not the gifts.  Come play
in the the dark of night as the scent of light
flees Earth in search of day.

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My Christmas Gift

I'm staring at my Christmas Tree, my world is sound asleep,
all snug and warm and prayed the Lord their little souls to keep.
The colors change for my special eyes, now yellow, now green, now blue.
I sit quite still and realize there's still so much to do.

There are gifts to wrap and calls to make, must keep moving to ensure
important things are not missed (who should be keeping score?).
But I sit here staring at my Christmas Tree, it draws me close to see
the important things are found inside the hearts of family.

Family of blood, of friendship, of choice; family of bonds secure.
Family with whom I break my fast, family I can't ignore.
Those of you I only know through airwaves, electrons, light.
Those of you I'd stand beside, to love, to lift, to right.

While I stare at my Christmas Tree, with my world all sound asleep,
all snug and warm and prayed the Lord their little souls to keep,
I wish for you, my family, my friends, a Peace that never ends.
Merry Christmas with all my heart, and thank you... once again.

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Remembrance

There's a whisper on night's wind
moving through ages,
of acts performed on stages far from here.
The actors play parts
with hearts of conviction affecting ultimate interdiction
so we may rest easy, secure without fear.
The courage they command,
they demand of themselves
belies dangers surrounding their call.
For the theaters they play
are the grays of battle,
devoid of guarantees without fall.
Remember them now, remember them tomorrow,
remember them all days of the year.
Remember their sacrifice on distant stages of life,
so we may rest easy, secure, without fear.

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Being Human

Finding everything and nothing

in the sigh that punctuates day's end,

summarizing events, thoughts, fears, hopes

in one simple breath.  

This is being human.

Seeing the order in the chaos of the world

as it spins steadily on axis yet out of control

around you.  At once disgusted and accepting 

of the atrocities, insanity, inanity uncontrolled.

This is being human.

Marveling the innocence of the mind 

of a child, and smiling as you vaguely recall

in the wisps of memory you possess. and with it

gathering hope....  feeling love.

This is being human.

Shedding the noise, resetting the soul,

finding the music within that drives,

letting it sing and knowing happiness 

is yours to choose, yours to lose, and you light the fuse

to watch it burn bright, and chase away the night,

moving forward to begin again the daily fight. 

This is being human.

And so I breathe...   

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