Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Remake Me

I have been scattered, been the dust
shunned by sun, ripped below crust;
collect all pieces, put me in a frame
remake me human, give me a new name.

Don't try to read through my eyes
all you'll find is old goodbyes;
make my home, make me stay
goodbyes are gone, make me say.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Make a Home

Make a face,
with fingers trace;
speak a sound,
hear it around.

Make a smile,
hang it for a while;
speak a thought,
say a lot.

Make a dream,
live in a stream;
speak a night,
with dim light.

Make a home,
a place to roam;
speak a prayer,
and stay here.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

beside the falling star

The star that is sailing by,
can i catch it if i try?

won't there be a reason for tide?
a religion to see or a religion to hide..

the fear of society for they may cry
call me an atheist and make love die;
will the star still care to fly
to be with me in a new sky?

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Mountain Evenings

As the smiles of sun settle down on the river
a wind begins to seduce the trees
mist spreads into the silent mountains
we listen to the sounds of returning bees.

As cold weather tries to bring us together
we wait by the fireplace, staring into coal
some crackles fly with dissolving resistance
we move slowly, consuming the soul.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

If we could

Make waves with our hands
Let our words become rain
Touch the shores of fellow hearts
Fall into the smiles during pain.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Trapped

Dreams float in calm waters
Flights of the heart stay grounded
Images of the sun lay scattered
I live in a jar, all surrounded.

Friday, September 4, 2009

The proposal

I've seen you flowing like a river,
very lonely for a very long time.

Reluctant you pass underneath the bridges.

Come into me, I am the cloud
I will carry you into the mountains.

We will melt in the rains.

Dreams of a poet

Magicians of the wind
play with my fingers
I clear up my mind
but a thought lingers.

Light disappears into me
forests of rays lay bare
I glow like halo
an object of stare.

I weave the fabric 
and make fireflies 
wear it like the king
and flow to the skies.

I run into the stars
and they try to hold me
I turn into the waves
and they unfold me.