Daily Archives: March 17, 2014

INNER SIGHT

MY sight not of a keen eye
nor spectacles to shape edge
it is a hidden thing in secret
one not mentioned in daylight
it tells no tale of word or scent
and color — hardly present
but reveals past-futures-past
an end-state and beginning
what-could-should-will-be
all depends upon singular point
that consciousness travels —
across quantum foam oceans
infinite possibilities
for you-us-one-me

:: 03-14-2014 ::


A HOPE TO DANCE

I cannot hope
— to dance
upon my tears
the sorrow large
but surface small
I shall dream instead
to fly above my pain
and land upon
soft bellow clouds
there — no tears
and the surface large
for life’s ballad

:: 03-17-2014 ::