Word...

Word would
Touch me like first rain

Word would navigate
The flow
Word would cast
Each pebble
Into a memory stone

Word would
Smudge the rainbow
Reshuffle the stars
On the destiny window

Word would surrender
Word would claim
Word would sleep
Walk into future
Nudge the dreams

Word would fall
Like a snow
From my finger tips

When the word would fail
In love
In happiness
In pain

Tears would speak
The unsaid word...

The boat sinks...

I am on a swing
You bob
Like a pendulum
Close and far
Close and far

I am in a train
Whistle blows
Platform moves
Palms across the glass window
Whisper the last prayers

I am in a boat
Eyes follows
A receding shadow
Propelling sand foot prints
Retina clicks
Eyes shut
A long thin
Frame of your being
Locks in my dream

The boat sinks...

Painting by Mary Collins
www.bluewaveatrs.ie/painting.htm

A Dream

Slipping in solitude
Crying on the shoulders

Blistering on tired feet
Pacing in tireless beats
Dancing in sleepless eyes
Breathing in airless sky
Simmering with hopes

A dream

Slithering with waves
Knocking at the ocean
Again and again

An innocent pearl
Without the shell
Against the storm

Raring to leave
Foot marks on the sand

Uprooted Stem

For thousand years
I lit candles
My prayers are answered
An autumn leaf
Fell on the window sill
In fog and freeze
It knocks and peeps

A cloud
From a native jungle
Saw the dormant seed
Water the cracked earth
Awake the sleeping soul

An uprooted stem
Breath life
Dip the brush
In the rainbow palette
Paints again
Her faded dreams

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