in a world
where beings inhale
the stuff of life
I find myself breathless
where to breathe
this
stuff of life
consumes, confuses and constricts me
If I were a tree
no birds would rest
no squirrels would play
for the leaves are falling
and Spring has forsaken me
The universe can feel you breathing
can feel the moisture of your thoughts
as you sit in fear and contemplation
of that outside, that battle fought
The universe can feel you breathing
can feel your moments of regret
as you stand alone by your window
watching reflections of eyes so wet
The universe can feel you breathing
can feel your heart beat ancient blood
as you sit in time and anticipation
of that outside, that wretched hood
The universe can feel you breathing
can feel the softness of your soul
as you stand alone in solitude’s air
watching waiting for someone to hold
The universe can feel your pain
can feel your sadness deep and true
and as you stand without foundation
breathe and feel the universe in you
breathing
it echoes
heartbeats and thoughts
and solitude
imaginings
spare moments
beginnings of rainbows
sunrise seen through blades of grass
the tinkling of windchimes
laughter’s apology
broken solitude
a graphite smile
all for what?
of continuance
of course there is always time
always time to breathe
even if that breathing is tight
tingly and cold
and that’s when it hits me
I’m watching the rain
listening to the patterings
seeing the grey morning clouds stir
hearing the moans of a thousand souls in the wind
feeling the silence of her tears
of her tears
longing to evaporate into joy
but on this cold cold day
she can do nothing but cry
and I can do nothing
but think of continuance
and climbing that hill
hoping I can still breathe when I reach the top
of course there is always time
to breathe
and if not her tears will fall
to evporate into joy
and I shall join the wind chorus
although you won’t like my song.
Seeing reflections as they dance
to life’s ongoing masquerade
I pause to admire patterns
created with such magic
as only imagination can enhance
I pause also to ponder
only to fail in my thoughts,
for my reflection
dances
when I cannot
On reading this book
I begin to understand something.
As I turn each page
I see how the previous reader
had taken it.
Whereas I read
and get caught in the feelings of the thing
the previous tenant
brought their pet with them
to meander
and to pause
for their pet to mark its territory.
On reading this book
conflict arises
as understanding takes a turn
and I feel
the path
before me
melting
into nothing but a series of
crumblings …
as waves
crash into cliffs
so it is
A Gap In The Clouds 