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Imagine What is Lost
We know there is no land within what we can see with the naked eye or binoculars, and the maps we poured over in the outdoor gear store confirm this when looking due east. However, in the very early morning as the sun reaches over the top and the sky lights up exposing low hanging…
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Poem – Awakened
Scattered wisps of cloudsgive way to the first sunrise. Peaking over the horizon,shoreline rocks absorb each ray. Newly formed ice from high tidecracks and refreezes with each wave. Each inhale brings cold into waiting lungs.Each exhale pushes out impurities from the previous year. Like the steam rising from the sea,I become more awakened with each…
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Poem – Emerging from the Depths with Stardust
The blood-red sky of time before the sun rises intermingled with black clouds, the air is cold and still. I stand in a circle around the perimeter waiting for the moment told through ages, through dreams and the instinct telling me this is the place, this is where I need to be. Many years passed…
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Poem – Saman
The black silent outline moves closer as time passes, time not from here. The empty sky vibrates as a thin line emerges from the horizon’s depths. I walk into the water folding with the sky and feel no cold, no pain, no burden as the golden light seeps into my heart. Upon the ancient boulders…
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Poem – The Road
The road into the distant sky seems untouchable, the journey seems impossible, but this is the start, this is only the beginning, if I choose to walk. I return to that road whenever direction is needed whenever I need a reminder of the path at my feet that I choose to forget. How to bring…
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Poem – Into the Shadows
Holding up the sky as morning settles into the fields. We pass beneath the ancient canopy and quietly fall into its shadows.
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Poem – Outside of Time
Sands cover the landscape spewing steam. The vast ocean surfaced with the grains I have discarded. Passing through dimensions and space and time. Passing through all matter. I wait here on the rocky shores. The shores of an unnamed planet. What we have spans time. I know beyond what the immediate senses are telling me…
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Poem – Night Becomes the Day
Standing on the front porch I watch the sun rise over the distant mountains and first light run across the empty fields. Morning wind pushes scattered stalks and coffee steam while bird songs emerge from the tree line. High bulbous clouds assume many colors as the sun reaches higher. Leroy lays at my side sleeping…
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Poem – Horizon
Spring has filled in the once barren forest and we witness the green waves rolling toward the blue horizon.
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Poem – Love
What we have spans time, existing without place, breathing with each ray of light, captured in morning waves.