005 ~ myself in Spring, again

falling in love is
like a crisp, refreshing
Spring rain

washing away
pollen collected and
clogging up
my lungs

I breath anew
fresh, watery smells
of hope

the Sun breaking
through the clouds
provides warmth
and strength

I marvel at the
beauty of the clouds

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018 ~ Like A Kite

a robust south wind blew today
caught my baggy clothes
from behind, the arms
of my sweater and pants legs
flailed briskly in the breeze

closing my eyes, I felt like a kite
putting hands in my pockets,
I let go of my body
and went to that child
in my subconscious

the wind in my hair,
rocking back and forth
in my shoes,
I was floating above everything
soaring not to see or be seen
but to catch more wind,
surf the skies, escape

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Future to Future

in the future moments will
come when one person says
to another, “That was great! ”

we never know what
the future holds in store
for us-in it’s infinite
wisdom-but surely you and I
know of it’s impending arrival

some believe the future
holds great times ahead,
some believe in a bleak
fate and still others believe
unborn moments hold
a catastrophic end

me, I like to think that
maybe, just maybe, it
will all happen at the same

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400 ~ Bloom

Just begins to bud,
a rose,
holding hopes and fears
behind
black-red, velvet-soft petals.

Startled by a bright, new world,
it opens,
revealing petals of humility.
Blushing, growing,
opening as it becomes
accustomed
to beauty in light.

Proud color spreads wide across,
full bloom,
not as dark as at first,
glowing
from light that has filled it.

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103 ~ Dances With The Moon

'At night the moon became
a woman's face.
I met the Spirit of Music.'
-Jim Morrison from Wilderness

Come my love, 'tis a glorious evening!
The moon is full, there's a million gleamings.
Let's get ourselves to an open field and lie,
kiss and wander through the bright-black sky.

Come spirits fill our breath with rose reeds.
Leave us here to soak in splendor of moon beams.
In Night's tender arms let us be wrapped,
me and my love, because my love
materials me affection in earthly stuff.

step in...slide into some light shoes
hold on...rest your hand on my balloon
launching...lifting off for better views
soon we...we'll be dancing on the moon

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