"Satisfied"

 Four walls without windows,
    This is my prison.
 Who will ever understand,
    What I'm saing, what I'm screaming?
 Or am I silent,
    Without a sound?


 I'f only I could see blue skies,
    But my cloud will follow.
 If only I could see rain drops,
    But the sun is still there.
 Why must my life be so grey?

    BECAUSE I'M SATISFIED!

The Edge

I walked to the Edge
I looked over the edge.
A piece of me seemed to fall off
It didn't jump,
and somehow I feel I let it go.

It was a part of me
  I couldn't really see
otherwise I
  (probably)
  wouldn't have let it go.

In falling, it has taken
  a new form
  by now.
I can understand this.

However
I hope I can get it back
so I can finish my journey

For now, I resolve
I don't ant (my path) to end here.

It freaks me out, this edge.

Hue of Indigo and Blue
(Dedicated to Kristin, with love.)

I watch the last moment of daylight
vanish from the horizon 
the travelling lamp is but
  a sliver now 
a hue of reddish-violet illuminates the island
across the river.

The last ray of light begins to escape 
I stand up, and turn away.

Hue of Indigo and Blue

I begin to walk on a narrow path through the forest,
  the wind behind me.
A twig snaps--does it make a sound?
I was there to hear it.
The echo penetrates every inch of the forest 
my heart is filled with the sound.

A choir starts to sing all around me,
they cast no shadow.
They sing as soft as the rain
now gently falling from the cloudless sky,
Calmly.

I pause for a moment,
and I can't say I really think.
A word or two enters my mind,
but they are soon dismissed.
For words are not the things they describe.

I bring with me
every enigmatic smile,
every hug...
Her spirit is there,
and I smile.

Is it all really so mysterious?

I begin to see the life within everything,
it is beauty,
it is enchatment.

The air begins to move about me
and as my thoughts are released
my pen stops...
...and the wind turns the page.

Huh?

Sometimes The
World
Perplexes me

but sometimes
I 
perplex the world.

"Plain me."

We are all dreaming and rotating around something,
something that keeps us all together as one.
Sometimes we stop rotating and drift off into our own space,
but we always come back.
There are certain things that can never be quite right
and we occasionally make too much of a passing glimpse.
I love everything so much that I hate being away from anything.
I love everyone so much that I hate being away from anyone.
I love them all so much that I hate being plain me.
But I'm right in saying that it's me they love
and it's only distance that separates us.
Distance is a long time, a loud shout, a heavy head,
a stretched neck throwing a lovers kiss,
and this is heart ache.
Strong as we are we are only human.