Brand New Sky

Who knew

that the sky

would look

so different

from just

across

the street?



The River Beneath the River

I'm listening to

the river

beneath

the river.

I'm looking at

the sky

behind the sky.

I'm dreaming of

galaxy

beyond galaxy,

and all the stars

and planets

spinning by.

I'm thinking about

six billion

lonely lifetimes,

each one so small,

yet connected to

The All.

In our brief time

traveling through

earth's history,

we catch only

a fleeting glimpse

of a mystery
that enthralls.

Traveling Light

Stardreamer,
cosmic voyager,
I travel light.
On the blue sky
and the morning star
I set my sights.

I surf the day
for windsong
and navigate
the sky.
All I need
is what life
gave me
to get me by.

In my kit bag
there are
midnight moons
and morning songs.
Where a thousand
sunlit seas
are, there
I belong.

There are
beaches
to infinity,
and far beyond.
In my world
is peace
and silence,
or my heart
absconds.

There is dreaming
and
there's what we do
to get us by.
So all I need
is a steady heart
and a clear sky.

I'm living
days of trial,
days of sorrow,
and days of ease.
Like the tall 
dancing trees,
I am shedding leaves.
My soul is past
its autumn.
The cold is near.
And everything
that ever was
has never been
more dear.

I'm a solitary vagabond
who never
leaves home,
on a journey
of the heart
I thought
I'd put into
a poem.

I set my course by
the Milky Way,
sprinkled with
cosmic dust.
In the beauty of
the universe
I place my trust.

I soar the days
with eagles
and at day's end,
there's a counting up
of blessings,
of grace,
of friends.

I'm in a little
acorn boat
and bobbing
on the wave.
In this life
I gave a lot.
I received
more than
I gave.

Watermelon Moon

The soundless night
huddles under
its blanket
of darkening clouds
faintly rose etched
by fingers of fading sunset.
Settling,
it pulls its mantle of repose
tenderly
across the sleeping city

and a slice of moon
portal of mystery
recipient of dreams
sweet prompter of desire
inspirer of songs,
hangs over hills
bunched like a lumpy giant,
a slice of watermelon
swinging softly
in a pomegranate
sky

LOVER OF THE SKY

January 31, 2002

I am a lover of the blue sky.
Perfect clouds
like a dream sail by;
of a green walk in the wild wood;
of tall trees dripping on me
where I stood;
of mist rising up
where the river bends;
of the small sweet song
of a striped-headed wren.

I am a lover of the burning flame
lit for world peace
in hearts the same.
I am a lover of the morning sun,
already radiant
the day begun.
I am a lover of the whale, leaping,
of the blue, blue hills
in the sunset sleeping.
I am a lover
of the eagle's cry,
who sweeps and soars
without a Why.
I am a lover
of life alone,
of the heart's peace
when it's at home.

I am a lover
of my old dog's smile,
of his warm brown eyes,
of his lack of guile.

I am a lover of the warm spring rain,
of the smell of earth stirring
to life again.
I am a lover of the ocean's roar,
of the sandy beach
stretching all before.
I am a lover of rock and log,
of driftwood shapes
looming through the fog.
I am a lover of clouds, of stars,
of the falling dark,
of soft guitars,
of the meadowlark,
of the summer breeze,
of days of struggle,
days of ease,
of heartfelt love
gone away too soon,
of goodbyes
under a slice of moon.

I am a lover
of fresh-cut grass,
of children's laughter,
of dogs I pass,
of babies all
innocence and rapture,
of the bent and aged
who tremble after,
of the falling leaves,
of a job well done,
and I am a lover
of beasts that run,
of water that moves
and creates its own way,
of the journey made
and the price I pay.

I am a lover
of brand new books,
those journeys that
I never took.
I am a lover of music that sings
songs of the heart,
the hope it brings,
and the flight of poems
for a brand new dawn
that knows this life
is Moving On.

Like the heron, stalk-still
at the water's edge,
makes a sudden leap
I am the same.
Poised to dive
from a tilting ledge,
the horizon lit
with a golden flame,
I'm waiting
to hear
Someone
call my name.