Mind Music

Resonance
The sound of tired hearts combining
Realigning
Into unity
A vibrant match of heart and souls
Strangers just perhaps in mind
But in actuality
Our different rhythms redefining
Meeting, greeting, sharing, found
A common harmony

Cadence
All our lives intertwining
Old ways dying
Creating serenity
Even as we grow closer still
And become who we really are in
Possibility
All focusing on giving
Caught up in the song of living
And tuned so perfectly

Persistance
Uniquely every note supplying
Our music, underlying
A welcomed blend of gallantry
Each one of us a clear strong tone
Blending into a single strain
With lovely symmetry
Sometimes a minor chord or two
But always the melody breaking through
We fit amazingly

Dissonance
Hating distance, yet still trying
Sometimes humming
A restless melody
The long days missing needed pieces
Hating, now, to be alone
Forgotten memory
Yet still connected by a song
With those to whom I belong
It still surprises me

Untouchable

This one comes from the Great Road Trip of 2008, simply put one of the best times of my life.

Jagged
Snow crusted rocks forcing
Sharp edges into the sky
Reflecting light like icy daggers
Challenging the clouds for right
To touch the stars
Standing against the surging
Of black, rolling storms
Islands in oceans of air
Immovable in a world where
The ground is solid as shifting sand
Dunes
On the horizen
Curving skyline constantly changing
Snaking lines and sheer edges
Falling off
In watery cascades of sand
Shaped by the wind
Whistling over miles of flat
Scrub bushes
And rushing sheer red canyon walls
Updrafts
Hawks and eagles
Flung upwards to hover
Unmindful of the world so many
Thousands of feet below
Fiercely watchful golden eyes
Raptor intelligence
Tilting a wing to veer suddenly
Impossibly
Curvingly away over the land
Snow and sand and water passing
Rapidly underneath
Following the contours of wilderness so
Untouchable
Hidden valleys known only
To herds of elk
Wary
But secure in their isolation
Sequestered in miles of pine and lakes
Deep and cold
Reflecting a perfect sky
Their world
Unforgiving and gentle still
Ebb and flow
In perfect balance

Baji-Naji

With all the stress I think everybody's been under, this seemed like a fitting thing to post. It is scrambled and makes no sense in pieces, but it does to me. I think. It's rather late and I'm tired.

Tossing, turning, tired and restless
Unable to remain in bed
Staring off into the darkness
Spinning dice inside your head

Unaware if you change the future
Or at whose will your cards are dealt
Do you struggle with your conscience
Or things that can be seen and felt?

Will you trust in the ledge you hold
Take a moment and risk a breath
To sit on the edge of the world
And walk the line between life and death

Luck and fortune, fate and chance
Tears or laughter, heat and cold
Intermingle, clash and dance
Who knows what tomorrow holds?

Storm

Awareness rising as the sun sinks
And the sky is drained of light
Nostrils flaring as your instincts
Sense the coming of the night

Scudding clouds cast changing shadows
Illuminating moon shines full
Though nightmares stalk the restless forest
Still, the dark is beautiful

Breezes flicker past the trees
Cool, yet hinting of the day
Mingling, stirring up the leaves
Can you hear the words they say?

For now the wind is blowing harder
Both the excite and to warn
The sound of distant rain comes closer
A herald of the rising storm

Raging wind howls, snapping branches
Water turns to stinging spray
Though the maelstrom you may wonder
What shall live to greet the day

Yet strangely there is joy in this
To stand your ground against the night
Exaltation in this moment
Hold fast—do not fear the sight

A challenge in each drop of rain
Crashing thunder, lightning’s glare
This windy night is cool and wild
Come and join in, if you dare

Green Into Brown

Those who are the most obvious are the hardest to read. We like it that way. Usually.

She watched while the shadows
Played through the changing color in her eyes
His shaded
Yet carrying their own light
Green into brown
Black freckle only hinting at what passes behind
Tranquil green calm hiding the turbulence of a river in spring
Tossing questions and hope and reality through rapids
To settle, exhausted, into a steady flow
Green into brown
She considers his smile
Watching the familiar lines trace happiness
As yet untouchable
Uncertain if she dares
Green into brown
For an instant of eternity she steps out of time’s flow
Head bowed to think
Not wanting to grasp at a wish
And open hands to find empty air
Green into brown
Yet still waiting in the face of reality
Believing with the quiet constancy a thousand years can bring
Standing straight on the edge
Of what is and what can be
Green into brown
She still watches, still silent, and smiles back
Hair brushes across his eyes and hers
Brown across green into brown under black
Reflecting the sun
Green into brown
And though nothing may ever come of it
The sun will still set
The moon will rise
And something in her eyes will still be smiling back
Green into brown

Choice

Stunned
Seeing the mistakes of the past
Eyes wide open
Blind to the future and living the present
In a haze
Now learning—after reaching out
A single finger to change the future
It was too easy—and what future?
That no longer exists
Now
A new beginning
Wishing to have the courage to trust
But still uncertain of who
Shuddering to remember the destructive power
As of a moment
A frozen place in space and time when it slows
As agony builds, and realization
Coldly closes in and recedes
Leaving only emptiness
Futures forever lost and gone
Killing regret
Too many times, too many lives
And memories of what might have been for them
My fault?
Maybe
Quiet hands clenched tight
Eyes closed, refusing to look, remorseful
Afraid of wrecking more lives
While simply trying to love
Waiting…watching...wishing
Healing and realization
A single finger, reaching to the present
Carries behind it
The weight of choice
I choose
Not the bend the future with a gesture
But to touch the present
And let the future make its own shape
Trust again
And with sure and steady hands reach out
Making of now what will be
Watched over
Seeing the mistakes of the past
Eyes wide open
Still unsure of the future but living the present
Clearly, and trusting
That the future will change itself
Perhaps not as I wish
But the choice to trust
Is still mine
I am still here

Hearts Blood

The world’s heart beats in sync with mine
The ebb and flow of hearts blood
Racing with the wind along the canyon walls
Rise on eagle’s wings to chase shadows across the landscape
Walking the edge of the way the world is supposed to be
Just to be alive
Gone
Off to places where the deep drum roll of the earth can be heard and felt
Through the soles of bare feet
Dancing to the song of the stars
Through the fire and ice of the Northern sky
Laughing
Joining the crash of the waves on rocky coasts
Incessant rhythm of the sea
At once raging and calm
Alone but never lonely
Dance
Together with the voices of the mountains
Responding to the music in the world
Singing, tingling beat pulsing in your blood
Fierce joy in simply being alive
Fire and ice
To be one of a thousand reflections from a frozen blade of grass
Shattering the sky into tiny fragments of light
Running
Faster and faster, wolves with nose to the wind
Sharp air and scent and life
Together as one with the pack, we are the clan
Pointing heads to the sky and blending voices
Chorus of howls receding into a heartbeat
Pulsing through the eagle’s veins
Giving strength to my wings
Soaring
Screaming defiance into the sky
And sensing the many harmonies on the breeze
Skimming over the mountains on invisible rivers
Of air
Listening to silence
The heartbeat of the world is in my heartbeat
The rhythm is in my heart’s blood
Just listen

Our Song

These verses are my completion of Pippin's song. The first is the original, the rest are my own. I love to sing them--very haunting.

Home is behind
The world ahead
And there are many paths to tread
Through shadow
To the edge of night
Until the stars are all alight
Mist and shadow
Cloud and shade
All shall fade
All shall…
Fade.

Wild is the wind
And black the night
Cool, the moon casts silver light
Run quickly
Let starlight lead
If so we shall go far indeed
Through grasslands
Dew on every blade
All shall fade
All shall…
Fade.

Cold is the sun
Upon the snow
And yet we still have far to go
Through mountains
Into the rain
Experience the world’s pain
Love and longing
Fear and joy and rage
All shall fade
All shall…
Fade.

Warm is the light
Across the sea
There’s nowhere else I’d rather be
Fly the heavens
Sail to world’s end
As long as I go with a friend
Come with me now
Into the waves
All shall fade
All shall…
Fade.

Composer's Ghost

Music speaks of what has been
Burns itself into your skin
Melody laughs and threatens, cries
Thunder breaks behind your eyes

Ghosts of composers hover near
Their essence in the notes you hear
Your page is turned by ghostly hands
The past now in the present stands

Called to memory by the sound
The old ones hear, and gather 'round
The notes crescendo, old and new
And bring their faces into view

Remembering days when they were young
And pieces of their souls were sung
When tinkling arpeggios and concert themes
Were born out of their hopes and dreams

And as the last notes fade away
Their outlines slowly blur and grey
A smile, a nod, and they are gone
But memory stays, and they go on.

Beethoven's Last Night

I'm not crazy, I swear. This is simply a product of repeated listening to Beethoven's Last Night, Transiberian Orchestra.

Madness comes when night is late
Content to circle, watch and wait
Exhaling death and breathing hate
Can you run--
Or is it fate?

Terror blinding binding squeezing
Feel your lifeblood slowly freezing
Know your fear is never leaving
Night is come--
You hear it breathing?

Why do I now feel surprise
To find it there behind my eyes
Stifling my silent cries
Despair is mine--
I feel it rise.

Wintersong

Winter unleashes its frozen breath
And reaches out with icy grace
Conquers, freezes, deals out death
Few escape its cold embrace

The skeleton trees are quiet, sleeping
The snow seems to absorb all sound
The river, though, will not be silenced
Always running, gliding down

Roaring on in majesty
Icy torrent can't be caught
Snow may edge along the banks
But silence it, the ice cannot

Icicles drop their tiny pearls
Deep pools mirror the winter skies
And all reflect the icy blue
Found in the depths of an angel's eyes