To dream

a silent sea

of tranquil

memories

I am

within;

I am

without

To dream

a violent storm

of night and

shadows harm

An ageless; timeless

mind

Is at the very

core

To tap inside

of me

one only needs

To Dream.

Mourning doves cooing
Rabbits snoozing
A rich bar of chocolate
Happy images I can't forget
A fresh bowl of ramen
Deep breaths as I count to ten
Igniting smiles on strangers
Nature lessons from park rangers
Thousand year old trees
Finding misplaced keys
Having all my senses
Capturing beauty with my camera lenses
Snuggling with the ones I love
Knowing the sun shines on me from above
All these bring me cheer
Lets me live for those I hold dear

"Love the earth and the sun and animals, despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, stand up for the stupid and the crazy, devote your income and labors to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence towards the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown, or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and mothers of families, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency, not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body."

~ Walt Whitman

the things she touched, they healed
the things he touched, they broke
they touched each other and the result:
she touched, they healed
herself, broken
he touched, they broke
her gift not taken
she gives the gift that is needed
he steals what is held most precious
she gave
he took
she lost
he grins
her blood he spilled
his mess, her ill to sweep
the gift he stole can never be returned
no matter, another treasure she will create
for another more worthy, one who will not decimate
she wanders lost within her path
he walks free, sure-footed right to hell
she will be found with open wounds
he can't help but trample on the good
years down the road the wounds will mend
let scars be tales for strength
he will never comprehend
things gained by giving away
are far greater than those lost by taking

there's a tree i like to watch
it waves and waves in the gusty wind
the sky likes to turn from blue to gray
saying hello in different ways
waving tree, chameleon sky
choreographed dance with the moon and tides
i only see a fraction of the dance
more beautiful than anything i can ever comprehend
even the sun can only see
one half of the picture of the land and seas
the tree will wave, the sky will change
the moon will gently rock the waves
for the audiences that may or may not see
for anyone who will stop and notice
the ebb and flow of the beautiful dance
the intricate steps of the happen chance