What we have spans time,
existing without place,
breathing with each ray of light,
captured in morning waves.

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Deep into the frozen land we venture.

Holding hands with no words spoken.

Miles away mountain shadows grow as the sun appears.

Like old film stuttering and jumping we desperately hold to this place to this moment.

Fading between gusts of wind we taste the other side the other world the other dimension some might say.

Existing between worlds we see what will come or what has passed.

 

Copyright 2013 (c) William Ricci

Do you remember where you were
that night in the autumn

the first hard freeze and the
sky exploding with clouds and light?

I will never forget where I was
standing near the pond

filled with an orange reflection
waiting for the call, for you.

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Thinking back on the past
I see the signs and guides

more clearly and with more
openness than at the time.

Thinking about where I am now
I plan what future I want,

the reach of my sphere of influence
and the morals I must exhibit.

What I question are the words
thrown to the wind by others,

by shamans and preachers.
By those speaking of truth,

another way to live, of
supposed lies, our blindness

while they pilfer our pockets
and exist in the same state.

What matters most are words and actions
of respect, peace, and unity to those

we love, know, and hold and those
we have never met here.

What matters most are the daily choices
made for ourselves and those around us.

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The other evening under an August sky
a faint Orion stood tall next to the moon.

I wrapped my arms around the softness
felt ancient love, a timeless longing.

I touched the moon

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To mom and pops


Light edges across the roof
giving rise to my shadow.

With eyes closed I know
it is there, I know I am home.

I left 20 years ago
trying to find my way

to make my own life
and path.

Travelling to other countries
finding my heart in Alaska

but I always came back
to where my roots planted –

where I first tasted
natures’ sweetness

and felt pain and love,
where I struggled with

childhood and a place
within the chaos.

No matter where I went
home was there waiting

with mom and pops
arms out unconditionally.


Home, Sunrise
Home, Sunrise

Remember the day we met

our first kiss

our trip to Iceland and Alaska

long after we leave here

energy circling across

and through dark matter

until we decide to come

back here and begin

looking for each other again.