How will love be, coming into balance?
It is living in my mind
a shy, elusive dream
full of stories; new, a foundling.

* * *

Your face changes in pictures,
and I can tell when you're thinking of me.

The weight of her mind is a stone in deep water.
She lowers her voice, speaks in waves of conspiracy
tides of philosophy--
She keeps sinking
with her laugh
(its buoyancy)
her smile
(uncertainty)
and her eyes
(sincerity)
in clarity, she says
pick up the weight,
surge beneath the surface.

Revelation

The tree came out of the ground like a tower.
It struck the earth, a mighty scepter.
The tree stood impenetrable.
It arose and became
a guardian
giving home to an eagle's nest.
Its roots like anchors, it shielded
the smaller creatures.
Drifting down,
its leaves became poems
and ignited fire.

The tree came from within.
The heart bloomed
like the woods.
Winter shied away,
and spring flooded the wilderness.
All that lay dormant
awakened.

The dark thing lurks in my vision corners
the dark thing paces
beyond the doorway

Turbulence

why sad, young swallow

sloping playground, driving wind, downwind

your brothers fly far across field.

why sad, little swallow

sitting lonely on a branch in the the school yard

as downy skies accumulate overhead

leap

sad swallow, fly strong

across field and fence; the wind picks up

your wings, just to drop you

for joy to the grass; with a cry

you spin upward, skyward, darting through turbulence,

denying the first drops of rain.

The strength of God shows through your presence.
Broken one, heal me.

The strength of Faith show through your words.
Dying one, speak to me.

The strength of the Word has made you Golden,
His wisdom glows through you now,
I write with words, and your peace, unspoken
gives me all--His strength, and yours.

Open me
like silence waiting
Open me
like rings upon rings
open
like a trapt door
like a bad lock
like something well hidden
long forgotten
a closed book
a sealed box
like a bottom drawer
I have never been open
and I want to know who she is.



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Ice folds and i am found in winter.
Winter has grown to Spring.
Spring ended in fire.
Summer spent with little water
and now, exposed to
falling leaves, the Autumn season
becomes me, earth tones, golden weather,
time is slowing
and i want to know
what i may have missed
what i could have been
what i might still be.