Waiting for a connection.
Watching people go by,
A few looking quite frantic.
Ready to board their plane
And fly away.
Most staring straight ahead
One destination on their mind.
Always flying away.
They are all so distracted,
Staring at their phones
And tripping
Over nothing.
Dreaming of flying away.
And I wonder what
Tales the
Luggage carousel
Might tell.
People take your words
And mix them with their own
Experiences,
Their delight or anger
And change them how they see fit.
Once you speak,
That is a chance you take
In giving your words away.
If I begin to weep
Be most certain
It is only because
I am overwhelmed by the
Beauty
Of
Your love,
The truth in your touch.
I thought I saw you
At the station.
I turned around without thinking
With a panic in my heart
And
An ache in my throat,
Imagining I might catch you.
I almost tripped and fell in my haste.
Then my mind caught my heart
Before it leapt to far ahead
And reminded me I had done this before.
I had begged and chased
Shamelessly.
I was lost in the moment no more.
Just like that.
Writing this winter morning.
Thoughts so flitting,
Floating.
Coffee steaming,
Warming.
Snuggled in a blanket looking
Out frosted windows.
The kitty does not know what she wants
Jumping on my lap,
Then down.
I lose myself for moments
Distracted by the sunrise
Over distant mountains.
On beats my heart a little louder.
Once again it grows stronger.
I recognize my courage.
Promote harmony in the hearts
Of your peers.
Do not feed their misery.
Dance and sing.
Open doors
And run free.
Run to each other
Together.
Mother Earth sings her song.
It is in the dirt,
The wind,
The water of the raging rivers
And the peaceful ponds.
The trees and the mountains.
The lion and the sparrow.
We think we do not know her song
But we too are her song.
We have only become distracted
For her music is in our very cells.
The blood of our ancestors.
Be still, your soul
And listen.
This song never pauses.
Sing with her once more.
Clouds of black
As day turns to night.
I try to speak with all my might,
Soundless.
On hands and knees I crawl.
The wind pushes me to where i do not wish to go,
Where i do not recall my name.
My skin feels not my own.
I lie motionless,
Overcome with shadows.
Still i breath.
I sleep until I forget
And dream
In a place
Where time slumbers
And forgets as well.
We rise to the highest point
We see.
We bring with us
A flame,
One that has withstood much pain.
And with the flame comes much desire
To burn,
To burn.
To burn
Much higher.
To be seen by all
Who are fighting far from shore.
Far from home.
Their sight dim.
So burn brighter than before.
Burn brighter for the whole.
To bring,
To bring,
To bring
Them home.
Unseen,
The cold air
Does snap the branch
Without
Remorse.
Chole Into Diamonds 