Sedona

Day dawns purple in your hair
Deep burgandy turns to red
Skies open like a flower
Trying to recall the whispers of night
A dream passing through

Never learning all your moods
A lifetime would keep one guessing
But in the magic of night . . .

A thin ribbon of asphalt
Passed between these monoliths
Reflecting back the moon
Shades and tints and colors the moment

Stars tracing outlines
Immaterial and faded
Silence sitting on sun warmed stones
Sleeping sacred ground
Peeks past wonders

To watch the dream unfold.

Listening

It is difficult to listen
for the right words
Honest self-effacement
Smiling on the verge of tears
Words you do not need to say
I have already heard with my heart
That the struggles faced
are just the human form
Words only confuse the air
forcing random sounds
that we ignore
It is difficult to listen
Smiling on the verge of tears

The Passing

Don't make believe you know
Truth is always the biggest fear
When it comes down to it
    Why worry about it now?
When you can't go back to undone

Sell me on the rhyme
the rhythm has already won
Bargain on the old feelings
Overstocked ideas of fun
Call it spending precious time

Soft focus - - out of touch
Messed up puppy
Confusion for lunch
I only hear sad songs
mixed in the static blend

Always and forever remembered
words signed at the end
    - always at the end
Forever goes out of focus
True meaning sinks in

Burning bridges in the rain
Find the groove - fill the niche
Never finding better
than an imagined perfect fit
Pulling love out of a hat

And so begins forever
Derail detail - detour days
Slap it back into gear
wide-eyed crazy ways
High on the juice of fear

Fitted Sheets

Walking in panicked sunshine
so close, I couldn't touch you
Everything ceased to exist
but I can still close my eyes
and smell you standing there

A fantasy unfolded
Laid flat and smoothed out
the edges falling away
sweeping the floor
in a lilac breeze

In a side room,
farther away, you relax
breathing in the calm
While a storm rages
inside my heart

Remote Chances

click . . .
Our connection reigns
Turn a dirty face

click . . .
Feed the poor
Transmit the spore
Warm to the embrace
Kissing the face
     as it turns away

click . . .
The forcefulness of need
Truest love bleeds
The power stripped away
Love controls our lives today

click - - click
This thing is broken
The worry has woken
Still can't throw it away
Hoping it works again someday

click - click - click
We have patience still
You to ignore - me to feel
Trying to fill the time
Between meaningful moments