the Native to the Sun

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There is no way to the out…said, the native to the sun.

Both, tousled with dampness and shrewd behavior.

For some reason, pity beckons us, calls us here, and leaves for months on end.

I have spent a life time running away…

from all that is

dark.

And,

all that is…

gray.

Soon, with life at a crawl…

We will have not choice but to…

Pray for us all!

 

Wanderer’s Creed

An inspiration so real…when it is gone.

Akin to forgetful love songs.

A grasp so endearingly strong.

Til another heartache comes along.

“Whether we walk among our people or alone among the hills, happiness in life’s walking depends on how we feel about others in our hearts.” Anasazi- 7 Path to Changing

Pity on me for strolling so deep into self.

Side stepping the wanderer’s creed…growth.

Narrowing Sky

There are no easy roads.

Street lights still hang.

Ever so mysteriously by night’s glare.

Grave gazers still know the secret for infinity’s love.

Pain learns to stay…

With or without reward.

Sad goodbyes, linger long after the spoken word.

As narrowing sky falls to the ground…

Dressed as, urban decay.

Sultry poignant awe grabs the dreamer.

And, creates poetic disarray.

Perhaps, neither plight nor fight stops some in their solid stance.

Perhaps, it is simply the chance to join in the dance.

Chilled Tears

 

In the chill of spring rains…

Comes the ridicule.

A flurry of inquiries sounding off to tone-deaf songs.

Moistened mists whose embrace feels lonely and wrong.

Chilled April tears aware of all the ways to be wicked.

Rapidly descending lullaby’s of walks that will never be.

Addled salutations awash in April rains…

And,

a chorus of her dramatic melodies.

the Native to the Sun

born on an overcast day 1

There is no way to the out…said, the native to the sun.

Both, tousled with dampness and shrewd behavior.

For some reason, pity beckons us, calls us here, and leaves for months on end.

I have spent a life time running away…

from all that is

dark.

And,

all that is…

gray.

Soon, with life at a crawl…

We will have not choice but to…

Pray for us all!