Snowflakes

I tossed some snow into the air

on a sunny morning crystal clear 

brisk winds blew it back at me

as countless gems scattered floating free

Quartz-like flakes flashed in sunbeams

and became a blinding rainbow dream

with frosted jewels on hair and face

lasting seconds in their magical state

How marvelous is Winters pride

upon which children gleefully slide

rosy cheeks and diamonds on eyelashes

accompanied by winds that fog over glasses

Precious moments emerging from Heavens blue

define human joy fresh and new

while inhaling frosted Winter revelry

full of pleasures in natures beauty

The seasons works in artistic revelation

falling gently to earthly destination

perfect snowflakes as ephemeral gems

need to be cherished as our temporary friends

TERRE de REVE... ( dreamland ) Revision #3

Terre de Reve

Visions flood my sleepy mind

they flourish in the land of dreams

filled with purple horizons twilight entwined

of ocean swells and crystal streams

They bedazzle while wandering randomly

chasing elusive shadowy borders

as the scenery twists and turns slowly

whilst sunlight illumines cloud layers

Golden honey drips over peaks far away

it sculpts fog-shrouded slopes

that reveals another priceless earthly stay

wrought to revive my slowly fading hopes

My ensconced soul in vessel of flesh

perceives these gifted visions quite clear

as natures offerings in eternal quest

bestows beauty to souls everywhere

Free to stand in fields during Summer gales

free to feel warm rain on naked body

free to saunter in fragrant shaded vales 

where delight lasts only a day

Disembodied voices whisper in the night

calling lustily in my sleepy ears

they open the vault of earthly delight

filled with some regret of youthful fears

Salty tears on drowsy cheeks 

cast tiny rills flowing senselessly

they pause on arrested sleep

as I foster specters that stay

They haunt mind and eyes shut loosely

while the sight of vibrant scenes

lives in a dreamful way

that exists in the land of dreams

Betise de Guerre...

Betise de Guerre

A candle glows in the dark of night

after daylight has silently left

shades are drawn on the todays sights 

sealing out the horror of warring death

Ghostly winds blow through bare branches

as whistling shadows mark their course

rain falls and soaks those in trenches

while it washes the stench from naked corpses

Silent still life covered in red painted hues

present on death masks worn starkly

conceal blood soaked patriotic dues

hiding within the burden they carry

They are the result of human nonsuccess

of discarded kindness and just plain love

that mark the collapse of goodness at best

and combine to end life in fields of mud

During the night, sanity is found

then, is shattered by mornings norm

that still covers bloody ground

to envelop the day in a dark hate storm

RiverWorld.....

RiverWorld

When he found a little world

filled with beauty and colorful birds

down by the river one sunny day

he gladly left his footprints in river clay

He spotted creatures foraging there

while gentle winds coursed through his hair

he discovered stones shaped by nature

that satisfied his mislaid life pleasure

Beneath the azure shy full of light

coursed flowing waters that swelled delight 

flooding his heart with the quest at hand

amplifying mindful joy at his command

His naked feet felt the coolness

as moist clay soothed his loneliness

while the winds whispered softly

Astray on life's pathway quite happily

When he relinquished this river world

and the wondrous song of scarlet birds

he took his renewed soul away

to live and enjoy another day

 

THE FOOTLOCKER...

 The Footlocker

Somewhere, in a footlocker secreted away

where the past is buried to stay

live memories that sometimes prey

on past times of youthful days

Time dilates between night and day

during the season of leafless forests

and memories escape from this hideaway

to refresh archaic mindful wilderness

Photographs of souls long gone

lurk in their dark isolation

isolated from passing time and human warmth

under lock and key, safe from emotions

Their reality contained meaning long ago

when their recall was not so hazy

like flowing sand through moments hollow

that struggle to recall what use to be

Deep down in the dusty footlocker

'Tis where time stops to lingers

to remain forever as mind litter

locked away in darkness safe from danger

 

The Foundation...

The Foundation

The bedrock foundation of his reality 

was contained in the foamy sea

always present in the salty waters

entwined in the matrix of youthful summers

while cerebral cells were developing

fueled by years spent missing

reality was allowed to invade  

'Twas the foundation he could not escape

He looked in the mirror and felt fine

he knew well the passage of time

while absorbing the echoes of folding waves

that still remain in his mind cave

memories of his shadow cast in despair 

were then absorbed by the salty air

separated from time and heaven

disembodied from a foundation forsaken

Now, his footprints have disappeared

along with the solitude for which he cared

still summoned by unconscious recollections

that have urged him to disband silent conversations

'Tis been a long time passing 

since his reality appeared in the morning

However, the bedrock foundation remains

to separate dreams from imagined constraints.

Note

Quantum Strings / Quantum States / Neutrons, Protons, Electrons

Atoms, Molecules, DNA, Cells

All combine to create our reality in this infinite Universe.

OR, are we making this all up,,,?