If I could see
If I could see
From a place so high
The glory of my journey would scream to the sky
- I am here
The chatter of freedom would sing from my soul
And rattle the passers-by
Breaking through the darkest and heaviest stone...into the light
- Dancing with abandon.
My tallest tip would reach to the farthest stone that peaked its edges from the cool sea
My smallest bud would weather the largest storm
And in the light I would love, in the place I am
- Strong, and alive
The most sensual virtue – kindness
Would seek my touch – and find a friend
To rest a weary mind and regain faith
- To begin again.
The Irish Feather
I won't move - she said
The breeze tugged her hair over her brow
Tickling her strength
Laughing into the night, she watched the stars as they hid
Behind the moon
I will not hide - said her heart,
And it snuck out of her chest
And sat on her sleeve
Enjoying the beauty of the world.
Her heart entered her soul once again, not as a stranger to the past,
But as a creator of the future -
With a sword made of the rarest kindness
And a shield -
Made of the patience of a stone.
If I was a bird
The forest was my home
It brought me peace, nourishment and a place to rest
Forever aching from the long days search for this place to reappear
Out of the darkness - clung to the stale air like a sleeping bat
Swaying with the draft, along side the others
But my tired wings, they tremor while I sleep
They feel things I cannot think
The flight of my dreams is shouting to my soul
Defeating my fatigue with electric charge
With the warm breeze - my eyes open to see
This place is real
My wings brought me here
I am a bird.
The wind is my home
My talons cling to this dying branch
The sweet smell of the North bids me farewell
I embrace the current, my wings stretched as far as they can reach
And the wind frees my spirit once again
I glide up and far away from the last moment
I am a bird, I am home.
The sun’s reach punches through the thick fog of neglect.
Blood streaming through the quake of a dream;
crumbling blows delivered with each beat.
Anxious breath dampens my lips with burning heat,
a stranger to the abrupt silence.
Covering belief; thoughts create the truth.
Abate the night’s torture;
chaining your tension by all of its limbs.
My Knight, the constant trickle from the right,
undimmed to the inspiration that awaits.