some day

something
out there
concealed
in the fog
of tomorrow
decisions waiting
a changed direction
changed intention
some where
or what is calling
from the distance
the voices
captured by night
stepping out into
day with
hope dreams
again tug
pull your being
moments
like a string
of pearls you wear
and bite off
once at upon a time
such faraway land
horizon lines
just a smudge
at first that lingers
the days into
dreams of solid
dry land where
blue skies cry softly
speak such
loving words
under pink
cotton sheets
caresses the hope
to rise again
someday

cotton candy clouds

Photography by: Maysa Peterson

Lay Me Down

green the sky reflected you
as turning there you walked away
dripping minutes cast a shadow
captures the heaviness of day

bright the heat, the desert floor
alone gave off your ghostly haze
pained embrace kept joy frozen
pacing memories prolonged the gaze

what lines the corners of such though
slowly as I lay me down tonight
passed the journey, the walking stick
carried tomorrow the waning light.

– previously published 2010 in These Days

waning-light

Painting by: Ann Mari Thorhus

lighthouse

red tea
window stain
disarray
regret
last nights’
warmth
for this
hollow breathing
like steam
rises
from blood
escapes the
confines
of this room
fog congeals
on night’s
winter panes
etching
a new face
closer to home
that promised
space
always behind
what lies
before you
the quickening
breath
heartbeat footsteps
crescent light
long shadows
as a tree passes
the porch light
ignored
still shines
the old lady
inside
thought best
withdrew
from the scene

– previously published

rain against the window