Nocturne:

I miss the solitude
of late night
wanderings
through the paths
I once knew
so well

the calm
of the cool air
guiding my soul
to a state of near
transcendence

I miss the lull
of the breeze
gently carrying away
my worries
through the windows
as I drive
through the void

allowing the music
to penetrate my soul
more profoundly
letting the sounds
take root and instill
a genuine conversion
as I slowly drift
nearer to sleep

in the darkness
all I see is light

in the calm
I can feel my God
reaching for me

An Island:

where does a bird fly
when it's tired of being free?

where does an island turn
when it's tired of the sea?

Through the Looking Glass:

through the viewfinder
and  through the lens
I can see to the very heart
of things

with the shutter open
the world rushes in

filling this room with light

capturing reflections 
on a canvas of bits and bytes

and by painting the pixels
I teach the reflections to dance
and to sing

through the viewfinder
and through the lens
I give mere reflections
new being

Coyotes:

let it die

let it roll over
and die

that way
we can all
pay our disrespect
in peace

skip the funeral
and move on
with our lives

while
the coyotes
dig it up
from its shallow grave

and feast
on its lifeless body 

Dead Horses:

sometimes
the best way 
to tell 
if a horse is dead
is to beat it

and wait
to see what happens

Lost:

these words
have lost their savor
typed, as if
memorized
without thinking

Pottery:

you
reminded me of
pottery on the shelf
left over from a date night

bright
mismatched
a little off balance
and tragically one of a kind

your beauty
shining through
in memory and
pure 
charisma 

kept
on the shelf
because no matter
what any of us may say


none of us
will ever be able
to put you away