A ROSE DANCING IN THE WIND

July 4, 2008  :: 0 comments

A rose dancing in the wind-
ripped apart,

severed from its roots in
the dark storm

&

still dancing in the wind-
unwilling to die,

determined to be-
a homeless rose-

swirling in the storm-
inhaling the

luminosity of soul far away
&
within

as it dances in the wind,
releasing the scent
of a dying rose,
and breathing its final
dwindling breaths
but still breathing and dancing
through the wind

&

into Eternity

INNER SPACE, OUTER SPACE

July 4, 2008  :: 0 comments

Inner space, outer space,
Spider web, broken mirror,
Fire & light, or earth &
Desert night,

Choose life at the center, or
Death on the fringe
& enter with passion and desire,
Enter the sacred place,
Hidden in inner space.

Red room, blue room, enter
Through the red room; inside,
Outside, & sitting in the blue
Room,

Overdose-crackling gloom,
Broken window, lethal visions,
Broken door,

Ghostly man & someone died
Sitting in the dark, a tomb in
Outer space, invisible in the
Human room.

Inner space, outer space,
Broken mirror,
Looking in/out,
No one’s there,
Lost!

FATHER AND SON AT MALLORY SQUARE

July 4, 2008  :: 0 comments

The young father and son run along the pristine beach,
stopping at times to taste the turquoise ocean &

to play within the magical kingdom of holy water,

splashing and anointing each other &
dancing through the rising waves

that reach up toward the majestic sky.

It is a perfect dog day afternoon and later,
Father and son will lie on the sprawling sand,

feasting on love and baking in the brutal gentle sun.

To end the day, they rush off to Mallory Square in Key West
Florida to watch the miraculous sunset.

A perfect day, indeed. But it is Yesterday, decades ago.

Today, the old young man rushes slowly through the labyrinth of
his soul and tries to recapture that precious day. He meanders through

the surreal landscape.

Yet he can’t find his son. Of course, the dead can’t speak to us. Can they?
He hears a distant voice whisper:

“I love you, Daddy!”

Silently, he screams: “Hello, son.”
With his boy nestled in his soul, he saunters off to

Mallory Square to watch a golden sunset.