Let Me

Scribbled thoughts without an end

Searching for a release that eases the pain of inner voices

Written words never said

But know that exist all too well

And I drift

Drift between yesterdays and moments not yet sung

Unsteady plateaus that tilt with each step

I grab hold for fear of falling back

Only to fall forward, at the mercy of my own gravitational pull

And I ask

Where do I land?

Steady ground beneath my feet

Or is this constant falling where I’m suppose lie

Wrapped in a blend of comfort and unease

Knowing the only certainty is my own uncertainty

There has to be more

Let me heal

Let me heal and mend broken words and my uneven sighs

Let me heal

I have to try

My Father’s Voice

Lead me through the maze of tangents, avoiding aftermaths disguised as sunsets

Where balcony views shine truths about empty chimes

And lessons are found through sunlight piercing through broken doors

Collections of anonymous indifference remains at the side of the road

My father’s voice linger in the wind, beckoning

The smell of fields graze my soul, reminding me I’m not far from home

Rehabilitation

Short walks with long strides

My head still feels the heaviness

From the weight of the fog

Not from pressure of the mass

The leaves that lay on the ground spin

Swirling and creating a blindfold around my eyes

And I pause for a moment to collect my thoughts

And gather myself before returning home

Runaway Canyons, After and Before

The noise of time

A windfall of the bright sun

A coincidence of a last wave

Hunting for the moon’s glow during long summer days

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The space between collected leaves

Mark tales of light unwritten in notebooks

Maps that chronicle forgotten roads

Thaw quiet lessons of the history of things not carried

As the bells next door chime in different colors

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The sea of possibilities beyond sympathy’s fields

Singing carols of runaway canyons alternate between after and before

Rivers frame scarlet pearls from apparitions of winds spoken in French

Tread lightly among vanishing sycamores groves, I go