Tape scratch

The loop of the dream spins
around in scenes
swirls of senses and sentiments
but ceases here:
A square of worn cotton
Lying by the window ledge
Soaked in moonlight
The piece of hide by his side
With a key to the windy rides

Here again

The moon knows
It’s been there with me then
With me and you
When we found each other
It stands there where it stood then
The day that is our day

It’s known
as it was
as it will always be
spinning and circling
eroding and building
remembering and forgetting

Making a point
In the sky
beckoning spring
happy and full
Yet alone
The day that was our day

Beckoning

I would yearn to be at the sea,

feel the swelling deep of feelings, mysteries, stories

I would treasure to be at a perch high by the side of a mountain

so I could see far under

revel in the comfort of all that’s ahead

lest the sinking feeling brought me away from the edge

Today I appreciate calm in a foggy day of nothing known, nothing seen

Only a step at a time until I encounter a wedge

to otherness

to nothingness.

Together at last

After all, at the end of time

you will be in the air, sand and the sea

I will die and I will be in the air, sand and the sea

When your soul dissipates in the ether,

it will be where I’ll be

 

Patience Bottle

Enamored by the sea
the expanding expanse
the deeper depths
but only blue to see

A little me
built a little ship
to live
in the rye bottle
my uncle gave me

A curio on the shelf
I let it yours to be

You elbowed it down
scattered no piece to see

I don’t sweep up
dreams sinking
in the deeper depths
the expanding expanse

Diving down every day
scavenging
for the seafarer soul of me
in the patience bottle

“When things start going wrong, it’s usually best just to walk away and come back when you’ve calmed down.” – Greg Alvey, a builder and restorer of ships in bottles

The dance that is to manifest

Happiness
contentment, and
love
the potting mix I bloomed on.
I sought the joy of union and the dance therein
hoping to walk into the glow of life with all of me
to gather share and celebrate.

Leaned in when I had to lead
Trampled on the toe when I had to be lifted
Blinded by lights
Soaked in fear in darkness
skidded down in the corner
alone

vicious vortex of pain, hurt and fear
pulls me in strong
before I gather
before I am up
before I do more
before I remember happiness contentment and love
before I dont let the fall become me
before I pull it back on the stage

and cherish the joy of union and dance therein
and walk again into the glow of life with all of me
to have another chance to gather to share and celebrate

the dance is beautiful
if we let it be
the effort is immense
can do only
if we have a sight of the bliss
when was ever easy fun
two metal forge only with immense heat
be their own
entwined to the other
remember, the dance is beautiful.

Full Circle

Footsteps in the sand
of memories made
along the tide
gone awash with surfs white
all that I made long gone
the sea throws back at me
a shell of a being that remains

Detest the feign
of promises never kept
Pray give me eyes
to fetch beauty in that

The soul of the made
is not its keep
The elixir slipped by
in making and letting go
The end, with nothing anew

Love at Work

Busy as I ploughed on for the day..
It was like the beginning
of life in the life of me
I saw her go past me
slender and graceful
she pranced along
to her daily keep
farther down the hill

Leaving me dizzy
the whiff of her sweetness
I waited by the window to
see her face again
wont she ever keep her time
teasing me with moments
slipping by more than the last

Until the day she smiled at me
drawn to the lovelorn in me
She would arrive formerly
glance at me with a luscious smile
but hurried past away
for the dread of duty
but she’d come again
only twenty two of
a thousand moments

A rendezvous brief as a moment
of melting into one
and she goes again
I hold on strong
for before long
she’d come to me again
only to be gone
to make the world go round

…does the minute hand love the hour hand as much as her duty?

Together forever

I love you, you said
and took off with yourself and idea of me
The blissful flight onto the moon
and beyond into the stars

While I waited patiently
you landed back onto terra firma
We cooked a lovely meal together
At the table, you look me in the eye
and say ‘you aren’t the same anymore’

I found home

wispy thoughts blowing
along the winds
turbulent and whimsical
way away far far from home

sleeping flurry
dread in the deep woods
no road to return
scurry stall scurry stall

dreary and dark
a writhing pall
fluttering flap to hold
on to joy

of forever came the moment
found me heaven home
lasted a moment lives for life
the time frequency resonance entwined

For Sunday Scribblings prompt, ‘Moment’