a soft living hidden place,
far from materialistic eyes,
a silent another worldly place,
for natural reflective dreaming
The Colours
There’s a way with the clouds today. As night approaches, the sky paints with the hues of grey, white, blues and pinks.
Anna never gets used to the sky colours, for those colours make her feel old and new things, dark and light things.
The sea is out over the cliffs. Tonight it’s still, which is an odd feeling. Although cool, there’s this mist hovering. “How peculiar”, Anna thinks, “It’s probably nothing.“
Walking into the house sends a strange chill down her spine. Something’s changed, but not for the better. The light doesn’t help.
Anna mutters in reassurance to only herself, “I’m not scared. It’s nothing. No one can hurt me now. Not now…“
The rattling begins soft, then gets louder. It’s as if the house has taken on a life of its own.
Anna screams inwardly, for the words no longer escape her lips. Terror grips her heart and then crushes her lungs.
Struggling through, she sees three ladies standing before her in a 1920’s dress. Their faces sneer and laugh as they pull her forward. The rattling starts again, they laugh at her, the rattling comes in louder waves, they smash her head against the wall and the rattling echoes.
Anna asks, “Where am I now?“
In unison, the ladies playfully answer, “You’re with us now whether you like it or not.“
Two Ghosts
You sit at that mahogany desk you love
diligently researching paranormal things.
You look for an answer to what isn’t clear;
sadness is cruel to your burning heart.
You miss me; I know this very, very well,
I miss you and hold on in this place still.
You held me in the last moments of life,
I remember all your words and actions.
You feel my touch, but I do alarm you so
I whisper in your ear, “Be my lungs, love.”
You look pained and move so violently
I cannot catch you as you fall from me.
You left those papers to be with me today
I’m sorry, yet it had to be this way, my love.
You see me now, but there is much horror;
I felt that way too, yet this horror will pass
you say, “It was always you here close.”
I say with conviction, “Yes. Always close.”
You look at me, and I look at you, and we see
we see the love we have for each other.
Haiku: Confused Sky
a confused sky sits
looking down at our folly
contemplating why
Lost at 3 am
Your face comes to my sight
I study the beauty of you
Your face takes me into the light
I take note of your face
Your face shifts before my eyes
I slip into another place
Your ghost pulls me into the abyss
I see, then become whole again
You helped me find our light and love
I get lost at 3 am in words of you
You want me to write the story of us
I will write about when you were the Pharaoh
and
I was your gold and bronzed queen of the Nile
Girl and River
She sits by the water.
The river moves by as fish take a peek now and then.
“Do they know my broken heart?” she wonders as nature’s carpet touches her feet.
A clumsy fish wiggles toward her then retreats.
A teardrop falls into the river.
The fish swims away.
The Gypsy and the Moon
a fleeting heart unable to stay still
consumed by wild nomadic desires
always chasing something elusive
called by unconventional affections
a moon gypsy looks to the night sky
calling to the moon to stay awhile,
for the moon keeps moving
so the gypsy moves too
Grey Sky Day
You have a way
of coming out of the grey
on a sad beautiful day like today.
Haiku: Complex Blues
complex blues moving
as we contemplate beauty
under the blue sky
Unspoken Words
Breathe moving in front of you as you listen to 3 am darkness.
Fingers move the holy places only two people know well.
Bodies touch throughout a thousand fever nights.
Feet and hands become alive as they curl, twirl, and shudder.
Beating hearts tell all of those secrets hidden from plain sight.
Feeling conflicting emotions as we lay unspoken words to rest.
C & K 