Today

I unlocked

a new window

 

One

I had never

opened before

 

Air

rushing in

calling me back

 

Voices

familiar

yet foreign to name

 

And

as I passed through

that new window

 

Leaving

behind

what used to be me

 

Losing

my shadow

to futures long past

 

Reaching

for something

—becoming the dream

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)

 

What can’t be forgiven

must be forgotten

Memory the catalyst

for sorrow and pain

 

The future endemic

its danger befalls us

Salvation escaping

—reluctant to change

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)

 

Do our children inherit

our shadows

 

Denied of the light

their birthright implies

 

Willing them darkness

in probated limbo

 

Leaving what sorrow

—forever reminds

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)

Escaping your humanity

—the biggest myth of all

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)

 

If your heart is open

and true

 

Your grief is as deep

as your love

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)

 

The difference between

what you want

and what you need

—is what you can fit on a motorcycle

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)

Can nothing extend

beyond something…

 

Can never be

possibly where…

 

Can dreamers awaken

the insomniacs sleep…

 

Can no place

ever be there…

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)

We make the truth we need

to worship gods of time

And love in spite of hate

whose conjure ill defined

 

We set the past in stone

to keep tomorrow chaste

And travel inward free of both

—whose presence we displace

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)

Gravity is

and gravity isn’t

Based on who’s looking

perceptions command

 

Less for the physicist

more for the poet

Science self-serving

two feet in the sand

 

Pulling us forward

pushing us back

intrinsic within us

as natural as air

 

Inside each moment

the stricture forgotten

Transcendent surrender

—polarity spared

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)

 

 

 

The words taste like music

from worlds long ago

Each letter resavored

in harmonies old

 

Coming to harvest

their sweetness imbues

A cave for an orchard

in wall painted hues

 

Old symbols retilling

those questions inside

Reborn when discovered

then never to hide

 

The silos refilling

new birthrights to seed

Replanted within us

—a symphony freed

 

(The New Room: January, 2023)