Returning to the fields
where it all started
so many years ago.
It was here I decided
which path I would take
and to never look back,
even when the sun falls
and the fields are obscured
with shadows and mist.
In the fractured sleep of night’s immersed
in dreams based in nothing familiar or known,
one word repeated over and over – direct.
I watched power-less as background images
of tall buildings, lattice, and cross-stitched patterns
rotated and approached my view with ever increasing velocity.
At the end (or beginning) of a tunnel
bathed in wavering light with no sound
a shadow slowly approached.
The sides of the tunnel began to
move and rotate, grey lines
and intricate patterns covered everything.
and I briefly lost sight of the shadow
until something pushed me through
and I landed on the empty fields
near the forest where we first
met in ancient times and you
silently spoke directly to me.
Across the see littered
with fragments I am
but a whisper cast from
I hope with every last
shred of this being
that you are out there
waiting with patience
for my return from one
field and when I land
in the black waters I am
able to swim now free of myself.
What defines the human spirit
when we are pushed to our limits?
What ghosts are we chasing through
day and night?
Are ghosts chasing us through
valleys and up mountains?
I see the moon in a dewdrop,
does the moon see me?
I look across the river
as the black wolf approaches.
I look uphill
as the shadows swallow the trees
I drink the sunset’s last light
and as the sky dissappears
and the cold air settles,
I am content in my place here
and I let go of remaining thoughts
making room for ten thousand lanterns.
Scattered dreams forgotten at first light.
A vague cloud follows.
Trees bend at impossible angles
the air wavers and shimmers.
I walk the dirt path worn
from ancestors and ancient methods.
Morning light through the tree canopy
casts fragments across my face.
I cannot help but feel I am being
followed by a shadow of my former self.
I see you in fragmented dreams
images from a life I have not lived
unfocused faces and voices
mouthing words I cannot hear.
I see images on billboards
and movie vignettes where
touching moments break through
the wall 20-years old.
I see you in rare dreams
sourced from beyond this life,
beyond the choice I made
and the weight I have carried.
If you are out there behind
the trees the shadow
following me through the
forest as the sun sets
please let me know,
please let me know.
The following is an excerpt from the upcoming book “Beyond the Border Kingdom”.
I look over the empty sea
void of waves and ships
and imagine you walking from the horizon
toward me, gaining shape
and definition, yet still
a shadow, a faceless being
that I have attached the label of “you” to
but my reality is I do not know who you are
and I have no fear or reason to flee.
Closer the shadow comes as
the sun emerges across the boundary
and the shadow is swallowed in light
and I slip from here before knowing.
Mountain shadows swallow the valley.
A single path cuts through dense and overgrown vegetation beneath the ancient forest and persistent shining moon.
Millions of years have passed unnoticed to the solitary figure walking alone down this path.
He has not rested, has has not slept.
He has met no other being.
He is the mountain king.
The last drag taken slowly
the cigarette fading
beneath the black sky
free of clouds and moon.
The last puff of smoke
masks the face of an unknown
man desiring anonymity
as he watches from a distance.
He cannot bring himself to
emerge from the shadows
as the pain courses through
his body and his limbs will not move.
He tries to ask a question
to nothing in particular
but his lips will not move
his voice has no voice.
He can only watch as
he falls into the river.