Soul Party

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 The wind rustles sweet
     nothings window pane lonely room.
My old friend nostalgia of a time and
     place that may or may not have
existed.
     I speak between shadows and cast doubt
about the foot of hope
     and throw a party to pity myself.
Only i am invited.
     I bring nothing empty handed.
Eyes closed we dream.
     I feel a connection to the universe.
I am Alive.
     I am here.  It is now. The clock strikes out of
sight. Mind races.
     Rat races. Ten paces and keep
Running. Away from here so far.
     That i am back to square.
One Love. One life per body.
     One soul for eternity. Have we
met?
     I haven’t touched you since
creation. Atoms dense expanding
     space. Matter of fact, or fiction.
You decide When it’s right or left.
     Standing here sitting. Nonetheless
is more.  Forever. Infinity. A loop
     we travel. And here we are. Back
again. So buttons.
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I exist in the depths of the shadow
     my mind.
My soul seeks comfort.
   The dew that collects
on the petals that glisten
   rays of sunshine.
Love? What of it?
   A memory of the ways things
could be.
  Some far off distant future
past rivers rushing childhood
  glimpses.
No more safety net daydream
  afternoons.
Spoon fed happiness tastes
   bitter as it curdles with age.
Home seems so far back the road
  is long with destination unknown.
Long winters.
  Stuck in the middle. I couldn’t
find my way if I turned back.
   Gentle hands of time.
Hold me.