Why do the sparrows fly so high,
so near the sun,
so out of reach of limb
and rifle shot?

Why do they call,
but more,
why do I hear them call
when I cannot share
their merry song?

Why do they come
and go
like fleeting ghosts;
like happy little phantoms
dancing to a tune
that only God
and angels know?

That I do not know?

Why can no shaft
dethrone them from
their airy seat
into my empty arms?

In for repairs :)

an open wound
alive with warmth
steams

rising
as the soft
new snows
gather

past an
alarm of light
blazing in
its lonely
place

wet
with leaves
disguised
with night

a cold fire
with a scald
alive
within a heart

laying layers
beneath
fluidity

each slow world
dissolving
soft texture
of sound

delicate
impressions

The street light strayed into the room
piercing like cat eyes
stalking the night
patiently waiting for the field mouse
to let its guard down.

Only the shadows move
as the heart races,
pumping a raging chemical river
flooding through the valley
of your memories -
you'll never think that way again

In the morning,
a pair of slippers is slid on your feet

(shoe laces are not allowed in here)

then they walk you to a chair
to teach you how to sit again

light traveled
to the heart
of the dying day
mingling with
the unknown
until,
this black
timeless
wonder
entranced me

warning clouds
cleared the face
of the mountain
as a tempest
kicked up,
a whirlwind
of dust covered
a darkening sky

a flickering light
announced
the beginning
of the first act,
the stage was set
as lighting flashed
a drum beat out
windows shook
my blood was raised

1 in 5 stars may have "Goldilocks"
(Earth similar)
planets.

There are around 300 billion stars in the Milky Way.
There are around 250 billion galaxies in the universe.
We have absofuckinglutely no idea how many universes there might be.

So just in our universe
300,000,000,000 x 250,000,000,000 ÷ 5 =
... a lot of potentially habitable planets,
and that's just for carbon based lifeforms.

powdered blush
a dawn
broken
a fractured mirror

in the winds
the arms
speak
high in the dark
limbs

s-curve
in the light
melding
through
to the other room

free of the wings
and shackles
all that you strove
for raising all
hackles..

'''When all the birds have flown,
remains their song....;;;--------ma'am Ann

but you are not left alone
younger kids join in to read
what in spring one was sown

and

a dream we harvest....
ere tis autumn
let all bygones be bye- gones

strength within 1940 born...
is reborn
and
the pen strikers continue to remain on
yet as powerful
if not more
so you too must carry on...

There is yet to be many a morn
when poetry should rise
like sunnier summer sunrise

You are there without a form
Just a pattern that I know is you
What can I do for you as you draw near?
Things to me in the now are not clear.

I could feel the colours of your touch.
Your gentle think inside my mind
Yet there is no message that I can find
Oh! Thank you! I know why you visit so.

Just to tell me that you love me is fine
my love for you spans all of time.
There is an infinity of things to learn
I still need more time, before I return.

I watched a leaf float from a tree,
no breeze to guide its path,
it flew as delicately as a flake of snow,
undetermined where to go,
landing here on branches, there buoyed up,
its ariel shape,
its colour brown and pale,
and with its gentle dance
my thoughts began to meditate
on autumn's quiet expressions,
their subtle grace;
it landed with a little sound,
a full stop as it found its place
among its colleagues on the ground.