Into our dreams

At the break of day
The wandering soul returns
And sinks into our dreams
Filling life with invulnerable


Walking through wilderness

Even when your mind seems like a desert,
Or an urbanized concrete grayness,
Your spirit remains a thick green wilderness
Unharmed by matchete knives or sickles,
With impulses like wild animals, elusive,
Fleeting, but strong and muscled and impossible
To cage and tame.

Against Eternity

I lie on my back Watching
snow heavy clouds drift across the sky
Like icicled wings of swans
Pounding the horizon
As if to split the light asunder.
And I see my own life Silhouetted
Against Eternity
Like an invisible undersea reef
Burning in the grip
Of the clear, sharp sunset.


Under layers of snow

It doesn’t matter if you have frail,
Frozen hands, or that your veins
Have turned blue from shoveling
Too much frost.
Your soul is a reindeer
Finding light to nourish
Your heart, even if it is,
Like lichen, hidden
Under layers of hardened


Tonight I am a hunter

Tonight I am a hunter
Tracking your every movement
But you are a poacher
Looking for a moment of light
To fill your darkness.


My unweeded Edges

Your surface is spilling over
My unweeded edges,
Caressing the curves
Of my flustered mind
Pulling me into,
Murky dark places
I cannot see
for all the glittery
And I stagger and fall.
I fight your darkness
As all the glitter slips away.
But it is then I realize
That you are just a river
And I am the one
Looking into you.


Like stars on fire

There is a galaxy spinning
in the darkness
Behind my mind
Unrelated to any thought within
Just a million transmitters
Crashing like stars on fire
Into my subconscious dream vision
Igniting my soul’s desire
To find home.