Poetry \\ True Blue Lies in Skies


Does the sky know the difference

Between good and bad?

Feathery twists and turns

Suggest otherwise

It’s not what I thought

But it is what I knew

A wake up call

From the distraction

I wake up

And call for a distraction

True blue lies unhidden

Clouds hang in the balance

Between being right

And being free

Never mind

It’s all just an illusion anyway

Any way I look

You won’t see what I see

I’ll watch the clear blue skies

With crystal eyes

I’ll pray to clouds that shift

With purpose

Not to the storm

That may never come

Does the sky know the difference?


Maybe not

Or maybe it’s just wise enough

Not to care


Poetry \\ The Key


The wind was neither polite
Nor forgiving today
As it slammed against
My questioning forehead
Asking me more questions
That only the Sun
Seemed wise enough to answer

If you could have a key
To anything
What would you unlock first?

Joy whispered, “Me! Pick me!”

Dreams placed a crown
Of hand-picked wildflowers
Upon my head
Pronouncing me royalty

Love sighed and gave me
The Look
That would melt
Polar ice caps
Into sapphire rose petals

Freedom hoisted me
Onto his strong shoulders
And eagerly shared a sneak preview
Through the cloudless sky

Grace hummed softly
As she placed
Promises on my heart

Mastery wickedly leaned in
For a kiss
Daring me to

When Truth came
She opened her doors
And arms
Beyond the glow
Of the Sun
And invited everyone in
For a prayer

She asked for nothing
In return

I looked toward the Sun
For a ray of approval
And handed her the key

Poetry \\ Not One Thing


We’re not
All one thing
Or the other

We are Dark

And that’s ok

We are Bright

And that’s ok

We are Quiet

And that’s ok

We are Bold

And that’s ok

We are The Sun
The Moon
The Air
The Sea

And that’s ok

We are the Stars
The Earth
The Night
The Day

And that’s ok

We are The Heart
The God
The Truth
The Unknown

And that’s ok

We are Everything
We are Nothing

Just one thing

And that’s ok

Poetry \\ Weave In, Weave Out


Weave in
Weave out

A tapestry of
Wounds and translucent petals
Sweetness and scar tissue
Layered between
Yesterday and tomorrow

Weave in
Weave out

Each strand
Ribboning its way
Over whitewater heartbreaks
And songs of hopeful crickets
As the sun gently falls

Weave in
Weave out

Another fall
Another break

Weave in
Weave out

Another night
Another day

Weave in
Weave out

Another thread
Of life’s bouquet

Poetry \\ Auroral Night


It’s a falsehood
Of the mind
A broken gate
That doesn’t lock
A September
Without sun
A harvest moon
Drawn into dark

No sweet cherry
On the topping
Dried up pits
Are all we get
When we ask
The “proper” questions
Dutifully met

It’s a falsehood
Of the soul
To drink a
Full glass of compliance
A severed line
A stolen tale
The Great Belief
A hardened science

In hollowed hands
We carry the sun
Amidst the thorns
Sharp-edged and clear
Haunted echoes
Held in love
Auroral night
So bright, so near