Mislead. You found yourself. You sit there upon that dusty shelf. Memories flood what’s left of your mind and your heart is repairing from the source of your find. A broken life is never too late to fix, miracles happen like simple magic tricks.

DRAWN TO LIGHT

Dripping heavy like cement on cloth
The beating wings of this here moth
The words that taught a blank display
Dust swept up and flew away
It's not too late for her to see
The lovely things ahead of me
And though a moth for a mind is tough
It never seems to get enough
At least it is to His design
That with this pencil it looks just fine
But hideous it may as well be
For appearances hardly matter to me

He's so big,

That he can become this small,

And still be strikingly beautiful

Skim

Glide,

Oh sorrow

Speak softly of tomorrow

With wings,

My light,

You’ll see it bright

Upon the window’s surfaces

And find, you might,

Your written purposes

Speak loudly, not today

And upon morning’s “hi”,

Fly!

March not, Dear Beauty

Legs will not secure duty

And fail you

Mistake not, your bright purpose,

And skim to your knight slumber

Misery, be gone!

Flight, take on! 

A Curse Called Sweeping Sleep

Stopping to inhale,

Pulsing subsides

Timelessly fighting,

Frightening lightning,

Spilling sparks on pavement

Fresh to the touch,

But not quite inviting

Sleep finds my eyes,

And stops mysterious cries

Peace at night,

Speaks of rest

Morning brings Strayness

And rest for the restful

Depart I shall not

“Swept away,” I thought

Waking in a Wonder

In the eclipsing caves of the highland

My morning sight gazes

Into the vat of peculiar shimmering water

My chemist mindset finds

Palladium present

The vat empties to somewhere

With the whine of a violin

My ears, a guide

Not that I’d confide

“Refresh,”

Whispered the morning mist

Green, of the Orchard

And scented of its pears

Seeping out all worries and cares

The Waterstill’s face,

Is below where I stand

Offering a mysterious hand

The Still fills the pool beneath

And runs into the forest

The Keyper there feeds

And fills the land with all its needs

Sea Ribbons

Flourish

Bring forth the War!
Shoot the arrows
Bring me thunder
Bring me fire

Challenge me
Push me
Scream and yell
Force and tell

Make me like you
Bring forth my life
And mold me
Form my heart
Mind, and soul

Lord,
Electrify my mind
Spark a flame
Let me brighten
Let me fight

Let me flourish
Armor me right
Ready me to fight
I'm ready, God

Take control!

Only Passion Flows

At the stream
I get my fill,
Among my dream
Of Waterstill

My eyes so bright:
Which seem to glow,
From in the night-
They watch the flow