If you could only see me from the inside out...running in a field of flowers amid the morning dew...Supping white wine inside my thoughts...if only
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Today, for a long time, I sat staring out the window..
Orange leaves, like passing seasons, waved aimlessly
while the incertitude within me seemed to identify
as winter lingered under painted skies of promise...
Thanksgiving sections me into a glass of many colors..
I see the images of pumpkins and pilgrims
thru the mirror of reflections. I see the smile of my mother,
quiet, inside the frame of what will be her heavenly color...
One may meditate on any aspect of this wonderful holiday,
thankful for things in the past, present and this moment..
In the field of November thoughts, amid pumpkin pie
I am thankful this day for God’s mercy and his amazing grace
I reside amid the valley of stone washed dreams...
They speak to me in shadowed syllables about
our flight, which may never come to be...
Can this ladder of realism be climbed as you indicate?
Stepping from my box, the light smothers my mind as
yesterdays’ moments trace my broken steps into
a mirage of broken stones; a tangled bridge will not
allow me to cross where your promises are swirling;
where your sweet love beckons me...
The clouds sweep ore me in shimmering smiles
as your lips whisper down the golden sun;
your hands become soft petals that caress me as
your words melt me; Sunday morning, coming down...
Walk me carefully into your thornless rose world
as you section me into a glass of colors; remove this fluid pain...
Promise me the moon from your distant mindset...
until my purple window mirrors you, in fullness