today has gone – lost in its own skin
nothing can contain its roots nor stem
nothing brings back the river singing
to the wind – nor the weight of the stars
try as I must there’s no combing it out of
the silver threads or the trials of my life
everything evaporates in the summer sun.
somethings never tarnish in our rusty bones
mirrors cleaned so many times left with black-
veins that lead to sorrow in only a fleeting moment
the windows now are stained in life’s joy and sadness
rattle and roar for no one can save us from such as this
so,bend with the wind’s troubles and stand naked
as an infant – no one is innocent – not one soul.
here we are standing exposed and unheard
walking closer to the earth – and the here after
my breath makes a mist upon the antique mirror
and a voice speaks large like thunder to the roaring
in my heartbeat as it leaps in this prison of penalties
a voice of promises and rapture the colored rainbow.
there’s always been a beginning and an ending
no matter how the mirror bends in my eyes
or my words go silent in the night’s shadows
I lived once and only once will I remember its moonlight
when twilight burns within me the shadow of midnight
will test fate and faith – time with all of its trials-
embrace love and desire.
but to love a poet with body & spirit – is a reflection
of heart – to watch them deep in thought while they
exercise their hand pouring out moonlight & sunlight
or the wounds laying dormant – unseen yet bleeding
so much to say but the pages refuse the lettering
blinded by the white noise and the roar of society
yelling what side are you on- just the dark side of the
moon.
