Ashes to the ground
Before tossed by wind
Never what was
But path made again…
Life so tangled
When destroyed but together
Like the worn map
Or lost buried treasure…
Proof is beyond
Noon or now
Within the nuance
Or a Will somehow…
For in the loss
Or changing scheme
Lies a purpose
Beyond what it means…
Life is a cycle
That never truly ends
No matter how altered
More to impend…
So often absent
In the course of our lives-
To stop and wonder
The gift being alive.
Soft whispers dance
As though ears hear
Or understand
A place
They tempt the earth
Clearing the heart. . .
To remind of life
And cheers
No empty dance on the floor
Or childless playground
Could exist
Inside these whispers.
As the bees buzz
And snakes crawl
Dragging summer
Grass stands tall…
Crickets sing
When birds lay sleep
Within the season
The soul does keep-
For life lives
In all living things
So many verses
Beyond the strings…
Inches from slumber-
Or living again
Live the now
Before the Then.
Sometimes beautiful nights come after a really bad day – and such is life.
I understand that without the bad days – I would appreciate good days less.
But… the string of bad days has beat out the good ones too often lately.
And yet…
I know my blessings exceed my trials.
I do!
But the trials keep increasing – and its drowning out the logical part of my brain.
But still I take the time to appreciate beauty from the divine, and I think…
Thank God I got to see one more night.
No wonder the moon is so bright.
May tomorrow have the light of this night tonight.
Rain from a dry storm
Fall like bits of honesty
And regret
Like a bath…
And you fill the beginning
Or the end
Of Remembrance
And wrath
Numb and present
A glorious gift
Beyond wolves and prey
But a needed lift…
Yes to reality
But only to pretend-
Learning from this
Faith and sin…
Understanding the moment
While forgiving the past…
Honest for a moment-
Or seconds that last.
It’s not knowing
Or thinking
Just hoping
Or dreaming
It’s not nothing
Or everything
Just stopping
Or going…
It’s not believing
Or seeing-
It just is
And breathtaking
The storm rolls
Without fury or fight
Just a spark in the darkness
To light up the night…
The crows are silent
And the wind is still-
The air hot
But still a chill…
And while the Heaven’s talk
Hell is asleep
But all storms find life
In the silence we keep…
For no secret is sound
And no noise is clear-
Just a reminder that fate
Is present and near.
Author River Dixon
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