Of the Earth's Wind

The winds have arrived,
safely again,
reminding us of our childhood nightmares.

Pale fear and violent desires coalesce,
whipped, folded, and colliding.
Colliding with concrete and trees,
that is we.

Strength in the wind, auspicious bond,
gathered like tribes over land and sea.
In close battlefields, the whispers of the trampled are carried.
Through depths of oceans, the soft lilt of forlorn shells are revealed
in the great roaring wails of the wind.

Of the earth’s wind,
we shake our fists in righteous disappointment.
Cursing the ineptitude of invisible sovereign’s,
we search as mad headless ghosts for refuge,
as if we
were not born
into
complex
ash.

The wind ,
gorgeously maiming our lucid delusions.
Nights of falling shelters and interrupted morning's.
Light of steel wool streaming through the window
in unruly blades.
What say you to our task?

Until we are able to converse with the wind…

Urban Crows

Infallible routine, impeccable timing...

The brotherhood of crows in their
early evening flight.
These are the rotund shadowed moons
that gawk and gallop about concrete streets
feeding on our poisoned bread.

In the evening, stout communication
and godspeed,
they return to their urban roost.

Voluptuous ballerinas covered in soot.
Your grace inhibited on earth seems only realized in swift motion.

This honorable and redundant journey provokes responses of gleeful awe and subsequently a need for devotional words and phrases.

What can we offer you in the form of libations or litanies?

Because our own ill-fated relationship with time inspires shame.
It is we, that must have the experience of you.
You are flying.
We have failed. We fall short.
You hop off rooftops, undaunted.

Why can’t you just be a crow?

And yet I still wait for you,
with ferocious eyes and misunderstanding.
And I recall the words of an elderly man in the hallway,
He is watching the cars go by at dusk,
We have to do something.

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Innocent When You Dream

The bats are in the belfry
the dew is on the moor
where are the arms that held me
and pledged her love before
and pledged her love before
It's such a sad old feeling
the fields are soft and green
it's memories that I'm stealing
but you're innocent when you dream
when you dream
you're innocent when you dream
Running through the graveyard
we laughed my friends and I
we swore we'd be together
until the day we died
until the day we died
It's such a sad old feeling
the fields are soft and green
it's memories that I'm stealing
but you're innocent when you dream
when you dream
you're innocent when you dream
I made a golden promise
that we would never part
I gave my love a locket
and then I broke her heart
and then I broke her heart
It's such a sad old feeling
the fields are soft and green
it's memories that I'm stealing
but you're innocent when you dream
when you dream
you're innocent when you dream

With Family

Writing of love...of love and family...of relationships and of mirrors. What seems to be missing..what I ache for and yearn for and know now, that there need not be a resolve for. Irrefutable in its strength of bond there is joy and sorrow in the greeting of eyes. In the familiarity of this gathered kin, we celebrate and we share stories from the ancient battlefield.To be with family is not contingent on sharing physical space in the same geographical location. I am with you family at every moment. Presently you are here, on rain dampened city streets and bridges, by the river..with wind and the soft deliberate flight of evening birds. Watching this beauty unfold together.
Together.