Interference

I broke those that I tried to repair

Not knowing that they were fine as they were

That it wasn’t up to me to change them

My dreams were never theirs

They had their own

The best thing I could have done

Was to let them live as they wished to

To have my say then be silent

To honor their choices

And be happy when they were

Fear Cycle

What was here is lost and gone

Slipped into oblivion

What we fear goes ever on

Fed by pride its minion

So we rear what we shun

And keep clear the horizon

By holding down the sun

Nervous

 

The nerves are working,

Producing endorphins

The senses are heightened

Until they touch the sky’s ceiling

And bend back in again

Until nerve endings hang like jungle vines

Someone more experienced could swing from them and go far

How good they are at beating their chests

And picking ant holes clean

They know the jungle

And what to do when it rains

They have evolved to it

They have labored to become natural

Whereas I am still learning to walk hunched over

To stay calm when ticks are bitten from my fir

Bloodsuckers that they are

To climb the high trees without a tremble

The Flower

Ladybugs dot the flower stem
And its radiant bloom
They flutter their wings now and then
And fly away too soon

The flower is left quivering
From the bugs that have flown
Like a child left shivering
In cold waters alone

Flying ladybugs circle the flower
Soon to land again
Its nectar they in love devour
Until washed away by rain

Either way the flower is content
Its roots are deep and strong
It cares not where the ladybugs went
Its centre will bloom on

Evening

All the stars are shooting

The sky is lines of light

Darkness is replacing

The twinkles in the night

 

The moon is oh so lonely

The stars have leap away

It will be one and only

Til the sun comes out to play

Bubbles

We have much to say to each other

And have been shook up

Like a champagne bottle

Ready to blow its cork

And be a foamy fountain

 

Thought bubble form above our heads,

Still we speak with great caution

And say nothing

That gets to the bottom of anything,

Fearing the eruption

 

Weary of idol chatter

Our thoughts bubbles float away

And we stay bottled up

Sleep Little One

Sleep, Sleep,

Little one

Night is here,

Day is done

Let dreams stir

Beneath your brow

Nothing here

Can hurt you now

 

The kiss I lay

Upon your head

The words I say

Beside your bed

Are the secrets

Of my heart

Are but shades

Of what thou art

Brain Cloud

 

Thick black smoke

Billows into the shape of a brain

Far flung sparks and cinders

Are its synaptic nerves firing,

Contemplating the meaning of its life

Which is short and soon to be scattered by the wind