Unlocked.
Bubbling over
troubled deeply
thrilling reach
spoken gently
Soothing hum
worries fading
Hold me
Taste me
I can’t stand
Waiting hopeful
patience tested
colors trilled
guided slowly
Running stops
breathing slowly
Take me
Mold me
I can’t wait
Warm yellow spills onto the cool blue
Oh it feels like a brush of fingers
Standing still letting you wash over me
Growing heavy with each beat
Yet floating as on a lazy river
Only the breeze can change my direction
My eyes closed tightly
As no vision could compare
Swaying with our breaths
Firelight flickers over calm water
The only sound is ours
Harmony
Telling old tales
With glorious words
That can not be spoken otherwise
How I want to record this moment
To keep and recall
When the world is cold
And I am old
Struggling to stay awake
I want to fall under the waves
The night songs call
Only a few more miles
In my dream
Imagining so much joy
Music and dance
Wild and free
Reveling in the beauty
Of gauzy visions
If only I wasn’t alone
Traveling so far and long
I’m so very tired
Never known
Joy with no strings
You left
I’m more naked now
Chewing my lip
Trying
Stay my thoughts
Still my breath
Reading clouds
Looking
Faces in trees
Blood flows
Wounds fester
I laugh
The pain is so familiar
It clothes
Surrounds
What direction
Where to go
Circles
Through green fields
Waiting for fireflies
For company
Caresses
Wishing
Real warmth
Only finding illusions
But I know the tricks
Behind masks
Alone
Truth pricks the soul beneath
Aches
Keeping us rooted now.
When dreams fall flat on their faces
When the pain is too much to bear
How do you make pleasantries
Or any sense of the absurd
Main street is a freak show
The office is the midway
Everyone performs their roles
But you want to run away
Your eyes see faces that aren’t there
You hear songs carried on the breeze
Feel your feet connect with the earth
You run but never are free
The Word Rummager 