Is there anything that must exist

Between the height of stars

And the sky who lives it

Cradling what may fall

Into a thousand fading lights?

 

I Wish to Remain

I wish to remain a boy at heart

To play with the miracles

Of life and living

Never too far apart

And distanced from astounding

In the wonder

That forever befriends me

Like a constant brother

 

I wish to be an old man in soul

Conscious of the matters

Of lasting value

To see the bigger whole

From the vantage

Of a high mountain peak

One that pierces the heavens

To engage with its speak

 

I wish to stay a young man in spirit

Willing to challenges

That conquer illusion

And bring contented merit

Amidst the suffering lapses

Potentialing heartbreak

When the doubts of living

Attempt their fate

 

 

The Loneliest Place

The loneliest place?

In a crowd

Without a face

For eyes to meet

And greet the soul of another

No space

Or too much

When silence abounds

And no other sounds persist

But for the kiss you left her

 

The loneliest place?

In a crowd

Without a face

For eyes to meet

And greet the soul of another

No space

Or too much

Where silence abounds

But for the kiss you left her

And no other sounds persist

 

The loneliest place?

In a crowd

Without a face

For eyes to meet

And greet the soul of another

No space

Or too much

When silence abounds

And no trace of sounds

But for the kiss you left her

And no other sound persists

 

The Forest of My Soul

In the darkness

Through the night

Towards the forest of my soul

Past a tree line

Across an open field

Where I walk with second sight

To the holy light within

 

Frozen fog

And rippled banks of snow

Through waves of drift

My steps fall

To footprints

Towards a spirit I barely know

But to a glow that is familiar

 

Something breaks open

To a noise

Both whispered and clear

Through a question

It asks

And I respond with my voice

But my choice is uncertain

 

Come join us

Is the call

From spirits of the deep

Encouraging my leisure

As to wander

Through reaching trees tall

Causing me to stall slightly

 

I know not why

And know it all the same

The ability to see the future

That it’s not my time

Nor the hour

That it’s just a game

With a name called forever

And so I keep walking

 

On a Mountain

Out here in the open

Without an identity

The wind blows by

Lends breadth to my essence

Gives depth to my grounding

Though it seems I am floating

Thought it feels I’m above

 

On a broke lit sunrise

The light shines a backdrop

It sharpens the edge to existence

And highlights the mountain below

For a focus to peel back my eyelids

Casting me asunder

But dark and left standing

Calls it a name

 

Of eyes for all seeing

It opens the sky

As leaves pass and birds fly

Not worrying about foundation

Or a route to see me travel

Or a move to perfect the sound

When there is not such a thing