Ingress

Music roars, lion,
Distant thunder over sand
Dreams still understand;
Giving hearts, delicate song,
Join in, raising forces long.
Love, a hypnotic
Drumline, spirits syncopate
Finding reason to
Raise green velvet curtains,
Welcoming one another.
Breath enough to be
In between the magic thrill
Never going still,
But a dangerous feeling
Mainlining each small glory.
Shaky dance steps learned,
Holding being, hands, hearts, souls,
Love wins, enfolds tight,
Brightens the mind, midnights, lights
Alleviates much grievous pain.
Music begins trust
Under loving circumstances,
Reaching out again.

Who?

An owl flies over,
Again, my love, screeching, “Who?”
Do you have the question’s answers?
Sometimes
I do, others – the illusions, there
Is nothing to say;
I fail.
Knowing myself –
My soul resembles all the books
In all the libraries;
Without taking them, one by one,
Reading every page
The stories grow dusty, old,
The language begins to fade –
Knowledge withers; it never
Unfolds.
I believed when youth bloomed,
By now, I would know myself;
Exposed by this uncanny fowl
I recognize I have not grasped
Tools needed to understand life,
Even less, who I am – only –
Endless
Queries, abysmally pointless.
Every person posed similarly
An interview to take some time,
A chance of investing themselves with,
“Who?”
At present, I know why
I wish, “Who?”
To better myself, know the whole of me,
Never forgetting how I love you.

Life Applied

Doubt drives, boring a hole, through
The midst of dedicated lives searching
For fortunate answers, viable ideas,
Told in the harmony of truths,
Caught fast in the discord of loss.
We can open ourselves –
Gift one another with reality
Wash deception away with positivity
Discover the best of who we are –
Building value into each heart, soul.
Dancing as we are joyful,
Hugging when we need support,
Facing our dragons together,
Rising like Phoenixes from the ashes
Where nearly slain, we conquered pain.
No weapons fatal required, but reason,
Wisdom studied, prepared, applied,
Freely shared to light a path through
Spaces inhabited by shades of darkness
Securing the light of generosity, kindness,
Love to every area, corner, portion,
All quarters where precious humanity
In gorgeous beauty survives on Earth.

Doggy Discourses

I talk to my dogs
As if they give good advice,
But somehow it seems
Answers always spring live from
Inside me, friends, or technology.
My dogs provide such
Diversion of my division
I can almost decide
They are oracles sent with
Unique provision and blessing.
A cover story
For crazed habits of talk,
Talking to myself, answering,
Sometimes I need virtuoso advice,
Dogs, mine, ink in the blanks.
Living all alone,
By myself, on my lonesome own,
My dogs remind me
Of care when I would hideaway
Disengage, abandon society.
Tribble and Wookie, with clarity
Encourage me to explore
Beyond space, outside our front door;
They maybe understand
I have become a shadow cast present
From the glories of the discontinued past,
But my girls are entirely unwilling
To give me up, let me fade, they love me,
As well as doggy beings, hearts, minds may,
It helps me keep going every day.

Momentous

The occasion flashed
By like the thunder’s rumble
In the lightning’s wake;
The calendar says days passed –
But time did not linger, no.
Nae way to savor
Except in the instant when
We paused to caress,
Present twinkling, we like stars
Became bodies made regal.
A dance, a song, lived
Evanescent, only ours,
Beautiful freedom
With one another conjoined
Still ourselves, we become us.