Wheel of Light
The sun spun around
like a wheel of light
flowing like water
throughout the day;
and the moon, the jealous
moon waited its turn
to shine its white light.
On bent branches
birds sang
and sang
throughout the day,
filling bitter hearts
with honey.
Wine was poured.
Beauty drank.
The wheel of light
shone on her wedding
dress, lifted her skirt
every step she took.
The white dove moon
with its burning breast
longs to be like the sun.
It spilt its light like blood.
The sun spun around
flowing its light like water
on the wedding day.
The jealous moon waited-
for its turn to shine.
Toss Your Words into the Sea
Toss your words into the sea.
Kick them up into the sky.
Offer them to the void.
Every precious word inside.
Sing of loss and let it go.
Perhaps it is for the best.
Fling your worries to the wind.
Spill your heartache just like wine.
Let your blues go up in smoke.
Toss your words into the sea.
Its pure waters will wipe them
clean. Let the waves change
them in extraordinary ways
from bitter to sweet and back again.
Fugitive Word
I feel like I am in search for the fugitive word,
which is always on the run, which is always
agile and elusive. I am always searching for it
whether I am awake or if I am dreaming. I find
it is a task I will always be undertaking. I search
for it at night and in the day. It always gets away,
this fugitive word. It may not exist, perhaps it is
just a myth. It has me questioning myself always.
I search for it in the bitter and sweet flowers.
Perhaps it is concealed in the lips of a future
lover. It is always near and yet so far away.
I am always waiting for it to be within my reach.
The search always deepens as night fills my eyes.
This fugitive word lives in the darkest shadow.
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