Rememberance

Her eyes are pretty still
Still in the ground.
Ground so soft and clear
Clear out to sea
Sea blue-green, and still.
Still, I see her still.

The Coast

Fog will marry land and sea
and cloak each one in mystery.
While sunlight parts the playful mist
wind blows each a farewell kiss.

And hidden there, from you and me,
The answers lie, eternally.

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The morning dew hung like jewels on an intricate geometric necklace of woven sticky silk.

The bedabbled beauty was captivating and belied the danger

softly silent in the shadows.

The creator fashioned the enticing vision to feed her hungry cravings for performance art, 

using only a net and acting purely on instinct, she recreates the bedazzling designs every evening.

Choices

What would you say

if we didn’t go there today,

and went, where our dreams might take us.

We’ll just follow the breeze

and do as we please;

lie down with the sun on our faces.

We’ll whistle along

with the song sparrow’s song

and be happy, to trade places.

It’s a place no one knows

where we wiggle our toes;

careful, to not leave any traces.

And it seems oh so right

to be with you tonight,

warm, in your loving embraces.

So, what would you say

if we didn’t go there today;

and went where our dreams, will take us.

Reflection

I like the way the sunlight

reflects off the blue green sea

the way the rocky cliff

holds the twisted Cypress tree

the way the seals and otters

sometime stop, and look at me

and wonder how and why 

this ever came to be

reflecting on the future

that holds wonders yet to see.

Rainbow Goblins

Iris playfully throws her colors, across the pale gray sky
Where rainbow goblins watch and wait, to drain the colors dry.
All the precious colors, made by her loving hand
are from spring time flowers, gathered throughout the land.

First Red, from roses, just for luck
the poppies lend the Orange hue,
then little Yellow, buttercups.

Strong lacy Green ferns know where they go,
wild lilacs make up royal Blue, 
periwinkles are bright Indigo.
Sweet Iris provides soft Violet, 
--- seven colors you must not forget.

She dips her arrows in the brew,
and shoots them quietly into the blue.
Locked in prisms of water and light,
launched by bow to give them flight.

The spectrum of colors in a perfect arch
painting silently on its towering march,
has a beginning and an end
--- for what goes up, must descend.

Waiting in cold dark caves below
the goblins know just where to go                  
to steal the treasured beauty caught,
then bleed the colors into pots
and store them in their deepest holes
where roots from many flowers grow.

While the furry goblins sleep,
the tendrils reach out and steep
the pots of rainbow colors deep,
and suck them up their long green stems,
to blossoms of spring flowers again.

When

I wish I knew the way back home.
Through quiet rooms I often roam
with silent sounds and muted tones,
Forgotten thoughts that rang so clear --
Now precious few are held so dear.

I wish I knew what I knew then.
Warm summer days that couldn't end
Lying in the grass to play --
I never knew I couldn't stay;
I never knew there'd come a day.

While time unfolds and never ends
Our days are measured by our friends,
The sun, the stars, the moon, and us --
In the end you know we must
Take that ride and return to dust.

I wish I knew it wouldn't end.
I wish I knew
What I knew when.

The Otter

A sweeping diving twirling motion,
then sleeping, floating on the ocean.
One thing's pretty clear to see,
the otter  -- does not envy me.

Magic

The world is filled with magic

It is a truly magical place.

Wonder and enchantment abound

it is the fabric of our existence.

Yet we strive in the most arduous ways

to ignore this

we cannot comprehend what created

our reality with its order and predictability

this illusion is profound

the reality is ephemeral

Without the unpredictability

that exists in every moment

as the future arrives and time bends

life would not exist, magic would disappear

Some magic can be observed

most cannot

It’s there before our eyes

though they fail us and trick us

Our carbon based neutrons, electrons and quarks

observe as best they can

but we are forced to choose

between

 strongly felt contradictory thoughts held concurrently

without either being correct or being incorrect

Yet we strive to make the choice.

We accept both outcomes, though

One must be wrong

ambivalence with conviction.

go to your magical place

observe

and enjoy the moment

Moon Poems

Moon Child

Your beauty lies in reflected light, that lovers do embrace

tethered to your mother's breast, always in your place.

As you wax and wane,
I feel your pain

of yearning to let go.

Flying to the Moon

a feat so few will know

escaping to another world

from the hectic one below.

A cool and reflective place

to while away the years,

yet longing to see your face

and wipe away my tears

Moonlight

The moon shone in my skylight just the other night,

A bright blue stream of mysterious soft milky light.

It formed a perfect door projected on my wall,

so I opened up the portal, and wandered down the hall.

I could not find the footprints to get me back in bed

so if you hear some knocking, and soft whispers in your head,

throw open all your shades and let the lunar light walk in.

Haiku

Lace lichen hangs nets
passing fog turns to water
trees bow and whisper