Vibrant Rain

Windows that remember our faces

They let the cool air in 

With a sense of subliminal mystery

All the unseen chatter

Settles like dwindling rain

Long is the night

Still cool and fraught with envy

As shadows crawl back into bed

Skin glistens in restless moonlight 

Fingers move slowly as if clouds across sky

The anodized streets are impressionistic 

Unapproached for fear of them disappearing

Have you ever seen freedom? 

It may only exist inside of love

Fantasy is the unknown caller

Strident but ghost-like it moves 

Straight through the ether

When the rain is over 

Sleep comes with ease

In Feathers

 In Feathers

Weightless, our names are written in sky.

Invisible, love inhabits the clouds

—an arrangement of notes played over velvet laid mountains.

As uncommon words are dreamed into playful worlds becoming eternity's more subtle plans.

Unknowingly, our lives intertwine in loops and mazes, lost in incrystal configurations.

Where does a soul silently sleep? If it can be called alone, somewhere else in memory.

The night is an infinite diamond.

And you are the chrysalis in formation.

Dressed in only naked feathers.

When the Heart Dreams

The heart dreams on silver screens 

Lost in cotton days of youth 

Marbled tides emulsify in foamy whispers

And give way to granite feet

Into unmade beds we go head first

Thoughts a little electric like children 

Chandeliers play in winds

Like piano keys 

We drift through enchanted rains

And drive through fields of heaven's stars 

Where willows whip and flowers unfurl

Underneath the gentle truth of Spring

Like a Chrysalis in Time

 When convinced of one reality, 

Such that no other reality can take place...

That soft light, oh soft light, finds itself trapped 

Languishing amongst the leaves

She has passed that last corridor

Of forlorned memory

It isn't that hard to find beauty

In the simplest of things like love and truth

Give yourself wings

Fly into a new oblivion

The world is not all contained inside one slumbered eye

Just as you thought of cerulean whispers

Love lies caught like a chrysalis in time

But always somehow returns to that warm and familiar place

You make your own infinity or let it go  

Everything can be taken for granted

—innocent hearts, 

drowned like a waterfall,

or a seed left to grow 

 into rumbling silence. 

Make way for the inevitable revolution.

In the Latest Headlines

A bull stormed into the china shop

Leaving no piece unturned.

What was it seeking?

It never really said.

Rose petals were trampled and 

Love letters never read.

The ink had barely dried. 

At least that's what was stated 

in the op-ed. 

Infinity's Glass

As ages pass,

white frosts glaze our view.

Thunder rolls in the distance

—in shadows love lingers

while hate waits, poised.

Mountains are frozen statues,

eagles grip the sky with iron jaws,

veins pulse in the neck of giants.

A great fire blazes in silence

—and now the signal to be lost in chance,

shedding fear for hope,

soaring above clouds crystal engraved,

shattering into a million shards

of infinity’s glass.

Midnight Stroll

 I stroll the ancient streets at night and feel the echoes of old footsteps

My heart is like a strange ornament of love

My mind is more magnetically aligned toward the untouchable

As precious petals of love are unfolding at midnight

The stars shine on in rivers

There is a lake filled with rich jewels

I wade surreptitiously

There is a world within a world caught in a cloud

Where reality blends with make-believe

As I open my hand a vine extends upward

Touching the stars

There is a whisper in the streets

As I reach a dead end 

A vision is revealed to my third eye

With mystical pleasures

I realize I've been kept away from my dreams too long

And now I'm following my heart to reveal the secrets of shadows

The end game of the universe is to become like a flower unfurled.

I eventually disappear lost beneath the moonlight's infamy