Guided…

A rainbow in the clouds,

A fond and nearer imitation

of the distant winter sun

and harsh glares fill the glass

stings the eyes as I pass on a guided journey

In a day when the weight of air

bears down, and laughter floats close,

as if bound to fly a small piece of sky,

and the eyes take in no more than needs see

Signs are everywhere when the weight of care

Sharpens the senses, and the connected air-

from the first breath to now-

come full-flower in the fertile heart.

The touch of unseen hands

Assure, that the path is right,

and the courage of the last step taken

will be found before the next… The road

grows smooth in the hard places;

It rises again, to meet my weary feet

from her...

So many ways to see a life
in endless rings and things done and not,
from a reckoned moment: now to this;
from the shocks that rock the wagon
when life is a traveler on a tortured road.
I revel in the glows of so many afters,
when loving made the purpose of being;
the memories of skin have their own meanings.

In heights of happiness, into a valley without,
when light seemed like waters of the desert
and loneliness like the waters of the seas,
there were moments that knitted me.
They held me to become such,
piece by piece into a whole.

And then...there were
simply, times that keep me;
a moment in the sun of your love
that left your shadow on my soul.