Bags…
stuffed full with dreams
packed in the night
—waiting for dawn
(Dreamsleep: August, 2021)
Bags…
stuffed full with dreams
packed in the night
—waiting for dawn
(Dreamsleep: August, 2021)
The older I get
the lesser the pain
the gentler the words
—a healing refrain
The older I get
the sweeter the song
as memory protects
—myself to belong
(Dreamsleep: August, 2021)
Idaho is
as America was
her voice in the canyons
and mountains above
Idaho is
where today meets the sun
baptized in her beauty
—new rivers to run
(Dreamsleep: August, 2021)
Fire burns hottest
that burns below
Centuries rage
heartache’s grow
The coldest cold
blows just above
A gripping blizzard
—wrath ungloved
(Dreamsleep: August, 2021)
Writing empty spaces,
words taken away
Leaving a great silence
—where destiny plays
(Dreamsleep: August, 2021)
Embracing my illusion,
reality slipped away
as truth returned uncensored
—all memory out to play
(Dreamsleep: August, 2021)
More pressing matters call…
time enough for the truth
(The New Room: August, 2021)
You’re supposed to know
the people you know,
and not the people you don’t
You’re supposed to feel
the things you can feel,
and not the things that you can’t
You’re supposed to be
what your nature portends,
and not what convention ascribes
You’re supposed to love
without borders or fear
—those moments forever alive
(The New Room: August, 2021)
Living within the bookends of time
those feelings unturned
each page a new rhyme
From cover to cover the verses conceal
the moments most precious
—my truth to reveal
(Dreamsleep: August, 2021) O
Trying to become who you are…
often the highest tree to climb
(Dreamsleep: August, 2021)