#10

oh boy

you’re so beautiful with the funny things you say

your bright smile

and how you like to be cozy

how dynamic you are

how you see the best ways to move forward

how positive you are about possibility

the calling you have that drives you

the love in your heart that moves you

every day i watch you with awe

and thank you for inspiring me

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#4

the stopped second hand on the clock

still, flat water

dancing light reflections

feathers from a thousand pillows fall from the sky

the night’s cold warmth opens its mystery

my adventure

begins with a long road

i picture myself lifted up floating

i know i can do this now!

and my vision pierces through light and dark

like an arrow that doesn’t land

there is no end

watercolor sky

watercolor sky

the kind that delicately covers the earth with soft light

buildings weighed down by tired practices 

they gleam 

they shine to a different tone

and the way the cloud blanket looks today

we don’t know if it’s mountain or air

marveling at nature’s impromptu artistic impulse

as if it said 

i think i will make the city a little more beautiful this evening 

maybe for a moment we will look to the sky

and relish in the delight of being in awe

and graciously move toward one another instead of away

and wonder for a moment about the complexity this world offers 

continously

light always changing

the painting becoming more and more

moving

it moves

and sometimes we notice that

walking through the city

at the right time of day

walking in the city can be 

a work of art

stark light cuts into spaces 

creating angles that few come upon

the sidewalk shimmers

the old buildings know it well

they see between the busyiness and past shadows

down alleys where blue midnight meets dark purple

and it’s the soft glow of quiet

that pervades these spaces

as you walk past

they whisper to you

tell you their stories

urge you to see something different 

find something new and unexpected

by traveling 

at the right moments 

door to the light

inside the place dimly lit as if from candles

from underneath the door a glow against the wood

as if golden light projected a myriad of secrets

illuminating the dark hallway

soft shadows on the steps

a kind of flickering that madeyou look twice

and though the door was not open 

light spilled through a crack where within its hinges 

something jammed 

so that bright light formed a pathway on the floor

warmth carried through from this flooded light

it took a moment to register 

that the door was not a burgundy red blending into brown 

and that the contrast 

from the light

etched into memory 

behind the eyes

back of the throat

visceral feeling that burned it in for future reference 

yes, no need to take notes

or overly focus on every detail

the feeling of mystery 

was enough to capture the imagination 

make it wonder

make it curious

stepping closer into the light

shadow disappates into reality

into detail

precision

and life

the door is not locked 

the door is 

has been

left open

pink skies

pink and blue striped skies today

looking at the light spread warmth across clouds

like waves folding in upon themselves 

beautiful skies like from a dream

bringing the sun’s welcoming rays

air that wraps you into its arms

yes, the most comforting air

that holds you up

together you look to the sky

in awe

the light within her hands

in her cupped hands

closed

yet through each line in between 

fingers

warmth

the light shining through 

making her hands 

appear as if glowing red

slowly 

she opens her hands

revealing the light inside 

and it is a gift from somewhere

so mysterious 

you could say 

far off

it is a gift she’s given us today

to brighten the world

to brighten the mood

to part the clouds

and twist rainbows around trees branches