FURY

cold wave


The ocean roars its fury.

Arms lift in supplication.

Waves bend sharp rocks.

No boats dare the swells.

Birds flee.

The sun hides.

Mist fills the air.

We wait.

Will we be worthy?

Is mankind ever worthy?

Will the waters recede for us?

The answer lies in the ocean’s depths of despair.

We bow our heads and pray.

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LET THE WORLD COME TO ME

 

 

Tall windows to let in the day.

The sun rises and shoots its ray.

I watch people saunter by.

Peek into windows up high.

Nothing can get past me.

I’m free as you can see.

To let the world come home to me.

I’m as happy as I can be.

MAGIC CARPET RIDE

Magic Carpet Ride

All in perspective.
Our views differ.
Our points of view vary.
Our outlooks change daily.
What is the truth?
What is in front of us?
Can we see it all?
Or only what we want to see?
Round and round we go
On the merry-go-round of life,
Taking in the views,
Our own unique views.
No one’s view
But our very own.

HERE COMES THE MOON

HERE COMES THE MOON

Here comes the moon.
Taking the place of heat.
Bringing with it a coldness.
A darkness.
Up it goes into the sky.
Towering above us all.
Ruling over its domain.
Some nights it reveals its full face.
Other nights it hides in the shadows.
While it watches.
Watches us.
While we wait for the heat to return.

SILENT

SILENT

Can you hear the silence?
It moves.
Like a breathing, living being.
Deeper into the woods,
The silence moves with me.
By my side.
Watching me.
Waiting for any sound
I might make.
For then,
It could silence me.
Forever.