it is easy to forget
that each day is new
dictionary always available
to define, refine
sometimes it’s a thesaurus
leading us slowly
to something different
today it is discovery
that old pieces can be recycled
joy has a memory
a shift can drop a piece in place
comforting in familiarity
yet casting a new shadow
sometimes you are most active
when you are still
I kept looking to those purple roses today
wanting perfection
all the words
that would make it plain
without bogging anyone else down
You were here
I am me because you were you
and we were in an intersection of time
both solid and without discernable boundaries
a single note of a sterling song
that remains in tune as each chord is struck
memories building the melody
until the refrain doesn’t need the lyrics
because the moments are the perfection
that create a universal ballad
when one stops to listen to a heart
that grieves a heart that stopped
let me be your stranger
it’s easier to defy expectations that don’t exist
be my other
new , exciting, unknown
steering our moment
disorienting direction
while I discover missing pieces
words before and after
written in the dictionary
I feel the blue
In waves
Crashing against the back of my knees
Just below room temp
Making me want to wrap up
In green meadow breeze
Leaning hard against yellow
Not yet eclipsed
So I can steal back my breath
Rejoining the world of muted palettes
Peering through
unlocked gates
imagining protection
Peering through
unlived lives
imagining fulfillment
Peering through
unknown eyes
imagining danger
Peering through
through peering
enough peering
Enough
When dawn awakes at a darkened hour
shall I dream or shall I lament
This life is not meant for those that cower
our thoughts alone can detriment
The clouds can shift and storms arise
in my lifetime I can attest
Air that brings forth compromise
can much surprise beset
Day treads forth and unearths details
that represent a life
With small change my heart might sail
others bring me strife
But never trade your wide-eyed dreaming
because things might depart
Allow those tears a cleansing streaming
sometimes the gift is a slow start
how do they run
on broken legs
without their springs
or hearts
how do they see
through faded paint
lacklustre eyes
mind shut
how do they breathe
in stale thoughts
linen wrapped
in death
