And So

I often think i am done

Whether sun

Or shadow fall on my face.

Even when a smile curves my lips

A battle may rage

Within;

This at any time.

I walk upon stone,

I walk upon dirt

Both hurt

When the weight is heavy.

Though i stand tall,

A smile curves my lips.

Each breath a blessing

As i fill my lungs with air,

As I stretch up to the sky with all my might

The weight gets lighter,

My feet less tender.

I look at my heart. 

It has no boundaries

Nor my mind in fact.

Every cell,

Every atom

At peace if I allow it to be.

And so it flows through me,

And so I am.

Listen Beyond

Do you ever listen beyond,
Beyond the voice

To notice if

A soul is still breathing?

Do you ever listen beyond,

Beyond the voice

To feel if

The heart is still

Beating?

Play

My heart does idle in
Confusion

While

My brain plays

Between lucidity and

Madness.

All Around

I sense you but I know

Not

From which direction.

All around me it seems.
Waste no time in learning your lessons this journey 

Through.

You promised you would find me

Once again

In

This life.

Where are you now?
I run  knowing I must

Go to the river

Most hastily.
There i submerge myself completely

Knowing that

Someday the same water that touches

Me

Will in someway 

Caress you.
On it goes,

And on and on.

Whether raindrop, river or ocean

It makes it way to you;

As will my heart.

Here Not

It is late.

The falling moonlight has gone to my

Heart.

The wine has gone to my 

Head.

No fault but mine.

I lick the salt on my lips which 

The air has placed there; sea spray.

Another night on the

Italian coast.
The waves lap at my feet as I

Sit here on the rocks.

It is not my fault,
This calling.

Primal.

Always calling.

My mind does not comprehend

So I close my eyes and listen.

Tears on the back of my hand.

Joy.

Solitude.
And I fight my longing desire to stay.

My very atoms scattering in the wind.

The deepness of me,

Soul fathoms spinning.

Grabbing.

Pulling.

I am here yet I have never been here.

Everywhere lingers in my hair.

So Loud

I never heard a silence 
So loud

As the moment

Your heart

Stopped

Not Helpless

Those helpless times.

My hands feel useless.

My heart loves.

My mind loves.

My soul loves.

Circumstances may make me feel this way sometimes 

But i know I am not. You are not.

If my hands cannot do anything

Else but hold yours

In this sterile room,

I am not helpless.

 You are not helpless.