Friends

Friends cannot be made like something cobbled
together; formed, shaped, constructed to order
as if they had been made to fit you and your life,
when in fact, friendship is something which happens;
is born, unknowingly and without plan and often
without reason or even desire; in that way Souls
have of connecting, of bonding and of being, so
that in the union of two, something greater is
brought to birth and hearts and minds may join,
in a weaving of time, thought, love and creation,
which in eternal silence, sings the song written,
long ago, in  careful  cadenced notes, remembered
and forgotten, for two, pure, exceptional voices.


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Meeting

There is a meeting place of mind,
where thoughts can rest as one,
and yet to meet in heart and soul,
is when true union comes.

The call is for connection,
as life in truth demands,
that bringing all together;
where love may be enhanced.


It's in the woven moments,
where we do meet and join,
that all may find true purpose;
eternity is born.

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Dust

Wind in clench of palm
does gather dust,
discards, delivers,
dances with it fast,
and in the doing sows
 the seeds of life;
abundant, gritty, fertile;
 further cast.

The world stood still

The world stood still, at least it seemed,
that all was at a halt  and yet as mind
dictated, so reality was called.
The day did drag, the night did pull,
the moments crept and held; eternity
demanded and lunacy was felled. 

Soul's song

When time has taken hold of bursting, unimagined life
and called into account the force which drives it on,
then so we all are held in shape and form's unseen potential,
and progress is dictated; managed as soul's song.

The tune is played in silent, watching, waiting worlds,
and siphoned through the strings of steady matter,
that creation may be pulled into a newfound place of being,
so what has never been, will birth as something greater.

In dance of atoms, implicate is thrown into new flesh,
cast as explicate in realms where something can be built,
and brought beyond the place of thought and mind;
that consciousness is manifest and so revealed.

The road

Shadows shorn from shouldered shapes declining,
drawn from rested elbows of the turning path,
draped across the lap of listless sun and sorrowed earth,
casting darkness, mottled, through reflected light,
to hold the image constant, drifting, dappled shades,
which lead the way to distant lure and dreaming sight.

Potential held within the arms of curving branch,
that moment on the road to hope - horizon's call,
where what lies far beyond does promise more it seems,
and yet, is harsh reflected, burning silent on the dusty road,
in contrast sharp and rigid, captured in the glare, unsheltered,
sweltered, aching in unforgiving vision, as freedom is bestowed.

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Flannel

To wash away the trace of tears,
the lipstick, broken, bruised,
stark bleeding from tormented lips;
the past would be removed.

The flannel cold and desperate,
the rub and stretch of hurt,
wiped it all from memory;
no truth would be disturbed.

If only it could work this way,
the marriage of the two,
cloth and water cleansed all pain;
if only it were true.


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