Sometimes words fill my mind and I can't shake them…mostly when this happens I move on, blocking the flow…I am working to change that, to take a spare moment and turn it into thoughtful presence…I wanted to block this one…stop it…then just as I was preparing to turn off the computer, Golden Kobi runs up the stairs, paws my lap, kisses my hand…it becomes perfectly clear what my next move must be…take the risk to share…
Icicles frame every window
Closed doors swallow rooms whole and wide
Creation breeds weary travelers
While roses bloom sweetening the divide
Precious dreams ramble dancing in moonscapes
Countless souls whisper weeping all the while
Worship chokes scriptures as shadow's sunlight
Forms weary footsteps trudging mile after mile
I shake wanting more from love's yearnings
I prey when all seasons pass me by
I wander and weep and tread lightly
When all that I desire is to cry