March 20, 2014 § Leave a comment
darted through the night sky
out of story books.
Only to fall upon
once poisoned by the sea.
had personally requested
a shadowless space
for mirroring thought,
but the currents of time
brought with it
And the sallow wind that failed the arrow
into the minds of many,
into the nostril of a dragon
as it raised its belly off the aching earth
onto the face of a new day.
August 9, 2012 § 2 Comments
The wind whispers a secret to the dust in tongues I do not understand, and yet the smell on its breath is enough to know – a storm is approaching.
The fires were put out before the sun could sail beyond another millennia of dreams. Lightening glowed distantly and threw itself against a wide desert sky, leaving pinpricks of light to guide a belated moon to rise. Hours of visible darkness stretched on as beetles and lizards awoke to leave stories in the sand; stories that caused stars to shiver and playfully mirror patterns in the sky; stories that deluded sleep.
July 12, 2012 § 2 Comments
With a rainbow crawling down their backs, beams of cloud melt unto themselves.
I had never witnessed the sun set on the sea, never seen it gently pull its light away.
From lands I know, the sun and the sea are inseparable. Like many lovers, the end of a weary day calls for their unison to watch a display of light whose fading reveals a patterned course of lost stars. I extend my mind’s eye to watch them embrace tomorrow, where the horizon is the entire sky.
July 2, 2012 § 5 Comments
A roundness and fullness of days where each moment peers quizzically at you, wondering how it could be of service; I’ve never had time like I did this past year. To watch seasons turn and the sky rise on the faces of trees as light fills every vein on this earth. That morning light that emits a deep glow as it scales down the tallest of mounds, ever fleeting. I watch not the sun rise, but the land it lights up. Every face is anew in its passing glance of yellow that all too soon becomes a glaring heat laden with shadow. Within it lie reminders of wellbeing and wonder, quickly lost to the ensnaring busyness of the daytime. It may be transient, but remains a part of every hope-filled day.
June 21, 2012 § 5 Comments
I watched rain clouds burst and swirl amidst the stars as they curdled together into a haven; one that surprised me with familiarity and security. Home, some called it.
I watched until the sun rose and the clouds ran to the east, leaving a piercing blue sky blunt with tears. It is home, and I am in love.
A friendly goodbye calls out to me from a nearby intersection; time is a powerful, but selfish being.
June 8, 2012 § 6 Comments
Rain lightly dusts us in a breeze rattling through tea bushes and silver oak, reminiscent of the spray of the sea.
The monsoons arrived a week ago and were quick to kidnap the steady sun. We soon found ourselves in the liberating shackles of clouds as they began reclaiming the mountains with plundering winds. We seem to have returned to the routine madness of the skies, as light and warmth joyously dance through our valleys in silence.