As I Wander . . .

In my wanderings I see . . .

There are things that 

                                        tremble in my being . . .

like the half scorched moth                  

                              on my table top,

dying for want of                               

the moon . . .

                                               after tasting my candle flame

there are things that

follow me as I                             

wander . . .

                                         like the small smiling boy

in the shape of a cross                                       

lying across an unnamed tarmac road

There are things that grow

                                   my heart. . .

like the shadowy man                                

sitting alone 

                                      in a pot hole. . .

eating unknown items

                               from a trash can

There are things that

                                               fulfill my destiny;

hidden surprises through                

my day like

                               Easter eggs by

the side of my road              

When I am earth bound

                                            I see the uneven pathways

and byways as I travel. . .                                           

Looking down the sideroads

                                                      I am aware that life is unfinished . . . .

and I see

open doors and broken

glass . .  kites tangled

                                          on unknown wires,

wearied gardeners,                             

                   jogging families,

mossy porches,                                

discarded pairs of shoes

silent on street corners. .  .                     

                                                      and tiny hands offering treats

to the neighborly cats

There are things that 

                                        know my soul 

like the crow softly chattering

                                  to her family, high

in the pine,                     

a rustle of feathers...

                      a shadow,

before the end of day. . . .

but always a final burst of light

                                        fans out above the hills

before the sun retires       

                            

There are things that

                                                      tremble in my being . . .

like the white feather left beside                       

                                         my front door .. ..

a sacrifice . . . 

a birth . ..

a promise for tomorrow ............                               

Always something to captivate my attention

Spectacular :

"Spaceman's Dream" by djfoxtrot

Royalty-free music for professional licensing

inner space .  .  . just a dream away
. . . if lost and confused
  . . . the traveler can find his way . . .  
through the galaxies . . . built from sands

of dead planets and stars . . .
from the past comes the knowledge,
the dreams . . .and the glories
and we build on the foundation,
on the imagination of others

. . . a tower that reaches the stars . . . 
who smoothed the way for our feet?
so they don't stumble . . .
who paved the way?
to the stars . .  and beyond . . .
who gave us the wings to fly?
who made that music that
makes us cry?

Lift my wings like the breath of a wind .. ..
your music flies me higher . ..
through a dream
through a black fire . . .
each piano note . ..  like a star driven
through the galaxies of desire . . .

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