The Darkness Above

Black,

Blank and bewildering--

Behold, my God this emptiness...

Ethereal,

Ever-changing and eternal

Embodying these unclaimed souls...

Secretive,

Slow and spacious

Serenading the roots of my mind...

Majestic,

Matter and mayhem--

Murmuring, my God, it's full of stars...

Ode to Life

Born--
Come in to the world
Crying, not knowing what to expect
And live.

Here we are
Stumbling through this maze
Pressing on in wonder and amazement
Full of wonder.

Living--
Vicariously and free
Monkey see, monkey do
But we survive.

Alive we become
In the time of need
And follow obscured paths
To find life.

Rolling Hills

Rolling hills of purple flowers
Orange skies hung high above
Blooming trees spanning the horizon
In which the birds sing with love.
I sit there in my window staring out
Amazed at the skyline in my sight
I wonder how such beauty came to be
Bathed under the golden rays of sunlight
I see the hills rolling gentle and free--
Warmed by the setting of the sun
The meeting of nature's greatest scenes
Merge before me and two become one.
Purple waves in the distance rise
To meet orange sunsets every day
And I wait to catch just a glimpse
Of this grand and exquisite display.

Ode de Curls

Soft,
Springy coils erupting from my head
Dance wildly beneath the water
And drip oceans in my sink--
Attack brushes and devour pins.

Smooth and soft
Waves and wonders plummeting down
Weight my head with force
Fall to my shoulders
And drown my skin.

Sensitive, smooth, soft
Beautiful curls and strands embracing--
Tangling amongst tangles
Intertwined like a riddle,
Disarrayed like a rubix cube.
Soft.