#517. traveller

December 27, 2011

time is the queen of forget
the night deep in bright dreams
flying thru time the past is divided
from tomorrow with adventures and meaning
barely to be perceived fog spiraling off the stern of now

#457. no more rice or salt

January 29, 2011

once you go you’re gone
down the ghost subway 
no more rice or salt
to feel or make

old dreams young
and young dreams old
the sea returns me
and by the sea i escape

the compass
in my bakers hand
encircles my flying mind
crowns and directs me found

#456. belief?

January 21, 2011

time is caught
in my head
is caught in time
the heart too
is pulled strung
to then now
from wild soon

fire a kiln burn beautiful
air scented by wood and water
earth blooms constantly returns all home

#455. travelling

January 14, 2011

part
of heart beat
time is machined
into the blood flesh
moment pushed up behind 
the first last dream put to rest

tossing about the pillow wakes me now

the details of a vision are the least important

#452. longest night

January 5, 2011

into present solstice
being the frozen moment
capturing quiet winter time
snowing going silently forward
passing spring time understanding
that under today’s fall summer sleeps

 
  

autumn
burning winter
sharpening storms
underneath rose blue
sky and clouds shining
a swift green river down
seawards colors evaporating
rushing away today from tomorrow
the plank still flecked with paint
tosses its journey in time
with the world’s
chrysalis
birth

#419. past holy weekend

November 1, 2010

connected by beautiful smoke
wisps between the dimensions
all the ghosts occupied at living
before dying simultaneously time
in time a delicate constant dancing
each with all the others steps and songs 

where in time
is experience
not in now
or future
leading 
past
inspiration wisdom and action
where in time the work gets done

#412. meme me

October 24, 2010

time all counts
the future desired memories
infinite listening
seeing pictures in past time
to know even
the now added to the stories
count the time

the small hound yawns in the sunshine
translating time into memory
i forget to think
and only look
and listen

#407. for shawn colvin

October 16, 2010

the voice
truest wave
sine of the number
she’s singing
sweet steinway notes
counterpoint
carrying present future
past the fear
in our sharp blue psyches

you are right
the heart clears in harmony
with guitars

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