Where My Soul Is Housed Brooding into dawn and the last flexible patchesOf goldenrod, I am singing something even I can’t followWhere motes of light hang over the edge of waterAnd a rose finch has flown away with my dreamsTension in the hush— in the wind-...
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Clarity
Coming from despair to hopeI cannot stand, nor walk or flyOnly collide in my barren yardIn stunned moments of claritySoil still clutched in my handsTaste this despair and wormwoodStill bitter on my tongue; I bruise my fleshOn bark, dead roots and cold abuseMy face still stings with...
Indigo Child
Dedicated to all abused and or misunderstood children in our worldEyes ruined from neglectStrained below all she holds-Above all that slips away Her gentle flame draws breathIgniting strength of ashen dreamsCommanding smiles of passersby Slipping between beats in timeShe proclaims love her sacred hymnAnd so dispels all...
The Breath of Love
Love overcomes even the coldest heartThe Breath of Love Love still exists and thoughWe are stung by life’s riddles The rain, and by mourning; The breath of love turnsEverything soft; we areLulled by the sound Brushing through trees The smell of roses poolsLike ponds over water. Curling rushe...