Tapestry of Poems

Our migrations as peoples
and as tribes of souls
repeat themselves again and again
Like strange holograms across the land
Footsteps eternal through mysterious time
Tracing the passion of all our lives
We’re all connected by these hallowed glowing trails
more precious than the Holy Grail

Cast my shadows to the wind
and move on forward into tomorrow
I get a feeling that’s primitive, mystical
dreamlike and familiar
My spirit whistled through the pines with the wind
every time I needed to see you
Drop in on your aura
Lovingly haunt your house

Raindrops hold the most cherished of memories
Sweet fragrance to the soul
like the memories of our cells
which hold our bodies in sweet ransom
Spinning throughout, within and without
Spinning to the ground in telltale spirals
Cosmic little powerhouses of feeling and vision
Each nucleus harboring another waking dream

The wind comes in and brushes my skin
Rattles the window pane, freshens my brain
It blows on my candles, stretching the flame
Painting pictures in the shadows
Spirits come rushing in on a radical whim
Spinning off of barren walls
Demanding to know what gives

The rain relents to a soft cool blanket of drizzly mist
Pigeons shuffle through puddles and clumsily patter from ledge to ledge
Water drops falling from their feathers
Luxurious fog drapes down between the skyscrapers
Cables hum and whine with an unearthly pitch
Vibrating the wet grey streets
Aroma of spices and sea salt in the air
It’s a perfect San Francisco day

Changing of the times
Passing of eras
Season’s friction
Creation’s nectar
Brute force, sweet surrender
Brings me to my knees
Makes my soul scream
Looking backward
Looking forward
are essentially the same
when your heart exists
on the plateau with a view of eternity

The person that existed
The girl I used to be
doesn’t live here anymore
She’s gone away
to a far off star

The wellspring of my heart
is very often the site where I take a fall
Still, the love that lives there
is the lingering spark that will save us all

After all, life has always been about facing up your fears
Walking the dim horizon of your deepest nightmare
and shining light there
Someday the words will be written across the sky
There’ll be no need for scripted lies
No need for lies, no more goodbyes

We’ve seen the last of the war zone
The wreckage is under control
Let’s just take a moment to sit in peace and breath deeply
Like that wind breathing through the treetops

The vibrant echoing light of the dawn
The sparkling amber of twilight
Colorful portals where sleepy angels yawn
Where souls rest at ease, a hallowed site

The wind comes blowing
howling, rushing, humming, moaning
Whispering in deep breaths
of another shore
of an invisible sprawling ocean
harboring life beyond imagination
Boats and dinghies bob along the surface
Masts ringing and clanging in the chimes by the door
The tide is too strong to fight now
I close my eyes
and sail away

Light drizzle passing by in the secret hours
The first of a long hot spell
Nature’s baptismal
Praise!
Moon and star charms hang low in the sky
Peeking out from behind stillness haze
Jewelry for my senses
Shining in my mind’s eye
with hope, with vision
Rooster crows in the distance
New day is just over my comfortable, dark horizon