Chanting Tears

Whimsical folly laughing and chanting tears

I hear your voice sweetly tapping on my heart

Butterflies dashing in mid air facades of colors

Blinding my eyes, shadows of you, dancing off my mind

Blue and orange swirls begin to fade as the sun sets

Your memory lingers on me as I smell the sea breeze

Minutes turn into days and days begin to blend into night

Until you return my heart beats in black and white

Tiny grains of sand, floating off into the universe

No atmosphere just wandering aimlessly among the stars

Finger tips of air gently caressing in the dark of night

Blushing lips tainted pink reflecting from the moon

The air grows still with anticipation as I reach for you

Stepping in tune with the chirping crickets

The rhythm drowns the stabbing pain that lurks throughout my chest

In the clearing I see a faint outline of a tall lingering soul

Mist clings to you as I approach and as I reach out

You fade away and become one with the sea

Mindful trickery in a blink of an eye gone yet again

To return for yet another day as it was to have happen so long ago

Splinters

Mind tingling enrapture immerses my core,
While the buoyancy of feathers lift me
Grasping at the piercing molten blue ice that glistens
As the saffron tainted moon teases the ashen skies.

Tactile outstretched limbs graze the spurious twinkles of hope
Vitality glaciates as fractured splinters of the soul spiral downward
Auspices pumping nucleus re-encased in slated alloy
Foregoing all wistful emotions.

Smashing into blackened clay oozing hypnotic reality
Charmless conscience snickering deceit to the end
Clods of dirt weigh down my eyelids, blinking smeared tears of dust and ash
As the stars rejoice in the absurdity of it all.

Static Inertia....

Ashen clouds weighed heavily on the horizon while the sun dipped below the silhouettes of mountains surrounding the pool of deep lake water. The last hint of sun teased the tips of the rolling waves as sprinkles of rain sank gently to the depths below. A hint of mossy sand with the tang of pine trees filled my lungs as I stood on the shoreline.

Crackles of lightening skimmed the skies as thunder thumped like the rhythmic lull of the drums around me. Time and space ceased as the oppressing humid air swirled into my mind without producing motion. Weightless energy seeped out with each passing rain drop that splashed onto my checks.

In a mere moment children's demanding voices were slipping from my mind as the power of nature erased all the mundane responsibilities that emblazed my soul. Thoughts raced through my brain as I wanted to bolt from all the nagging obligations that were pressing down on my chest like a heavy anchor. White jagged razor sharp spears teased the water and goose bumps covered my skin as the wind whipped covering me with a rejuvenating energy.

As quickly as the storm had unleashed its commanding voice of reason it was gone now and all that remained were puddles of warm rain water in the ridges of sand as a lone water skipper danced to and fro. In the distance the trill of blue jays began to cut through the dead still in the air as their stories chipped away at the static inertia pressing on my frenzied mind.