Trailing fingers
Across wet surfaces
Tracing patterns
From the mind onto
The vastness
Of that ocean
That emotion
And devotion
Wanting to be a part
Of something
And not apart from it all
Trans soul migration
When something inside
calls out
And like moth to flame,
You answer
When that droplet
Comes home
And the sea breaths.

Dancing
in slow motion
with that other
version of you.

Not just about heart
Sometimes
It's a stomach thing.
One feels it there,
pounding away.

Unborn wings
Emerging..
The birth of a something
Pressure at your back
As wild birds sing

Everything's right with
believing that
the good in you
is the God in You.

He bought her sandals.
The best ones she ever had.
They were hers and
she loved them.

She was the barefoot
kind of girl.

It came to her
that he had laid a path
for her to tread upon
by gifting her with shoes..

It was up to her
to take the first step.
And to keep walking.

On land
Across the sky
And through the mind.

Keep walking
until the time comes
to stand still again.

To take off the sandals
and feel grass underfoot.

Quiet wind
Can you hear me?
I can't see very clearly.
Why are you so distant
Tonight
My blanket fails
to warm me tonight
Blow away this troublesome
Day
And let us play,
again,
Tonight.

Stand tall
I will always love you
But these bricks must fall
This wall should never
Have been built at all.
Its inescapable.
The inevitable will happen
And I am past the point
Of stalling what will be.
Que Sera Sera
My love.
With you. And me.

A million things not to say:
(Abbreviated)..

I want you
I love you
I need you
Will you stay?

Full moon plays tricks
On her mind
She thinks she can unwind
The arms of time
Rewind and relive
that moment past
It’s gone they try to tell her
But she won’t listen  
Never asked
their opinion
In the first place
Moon shines on her face
As she dances magic
Into the space