In All Things

In all things

The blade of grass
The drop of dew

The girl on the other side of the world who does not know
How much she really means
But will soon
Even if she forgets again soon after

In all things

Light
And a potential for it to go out
Just the same as for it to grow
Brighter
Than that which shines from the burning star
Around which we turn

In all things

A voice
A song that has been sung
For many years
And will continue
Long after we all have passed

In all things

I am
Nothing
But a passing breeze
A leaf
Which is carried thusly
To fall and break apart
To return once more

In all things

You

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Watch the Light

Watch
The light
Move
Listen
To the sounds
The way they bounce
And reflect
From and to
Those who
Need it to see
Need it to hear
What was there
All along.

Where does it go
Why
And what legacy does it leave behind?

A Pause

At times
A pause
Is needed
A break
In time
To rest
In the stillness
Reflect upon
What has been
And prepare for
What is yet to come

The sun shines bright
On a world of whistling white drifts and slush-filled alleyways
And on the air
There is a touch of spring
A sense
Of renewal
Of awakening
Of forward progress

We wait
Doors latched
And shades drawn
For the cold to pass
For the days to lengthen
And the sun to fall
In longer periods of time
Upon the frozen ground
Warming
Not only the worms and the colonies upon colonies of microscopic lifeforms that lie dormant underground
But also the unbound faces and hands
Of eager lives
Waiting to be lived

Never Have I Seen Before

Never have I seen before
A light that shines as yours
What you exude
Cannot be found
In markets or in stores.

The world around you seems to glow
Colors come alive
Time seems to slow
To shimmer
To stop
Your silhouette
Captured
In the very light
Which falls around you like snow.

Never have I know before
A love like we have found
The way you never leave my side
Even when you are not around
The way you smile and say hello
The way you do your hair
All the many different ways
You show me that you care.

I love you Darling
And I hope
This year will bring us joy and healing
That we will better share and understand
What both of us are feeling
That we will help each other grow
Together and in our own directions
That we will do our best to listen
To learn through observation and reflection.

I will be there
For you my Love
Whether times are difficult or pleasant
This life is full of so many beautiful things
And I appreciate them so much more when you are present.

Arcane

You’re so
Arcane
In
Every way
Just a stalwart to be
For the better part
Of a century

You kept
So quiet
As every tear drop
Fell
Upon the stone

Watch the hands
On the clock
Far above
Turn the day away
As the sun turns
Just the same
‘Round the same
Same old Earth
As it was
As you were

Start to see
What else could be
But maybe not
Not for me

Hood to light
Dark as
Could ever be
Night
Might
Find hands held tight
Silk
Pray slow
To remain/to grow
Not to fade
Not to wilt

Each With Their Own Story to Tell

Do we not all exist
As figures in a grand portrait
Captured
Each second
In a cosmic still-life
Our lives existing
Within
As well as between
Each vibration
Each motion
Each advancement of the scene?

We are all here
Together
Huddled
On an improbable
And utterly awesome
Sphere of space debris
That is spinning through space
And time
With a rapidity that we struggle to comprehend,
Living
Breathing
Waiting
For our chance
To be.

Each one of us,
At one time or another,
Feel as if we are but side characters –
Unseen,
Unheard,
Unwanted,
Unneeded,
Our mere existence
Just a product of decisions made
Beyond our control
And without our awareness.

We may feel as though
Life is not for us to live,
To be observed,
But not to be participated in.

This is
Of course
An unsettling and ultimately false perspective.

In any given moment
There is,
By nature of the reality in which we exist,
No distance between,
No difference between,
Any one of us,
For we are all of the same beginnings
And will someday find ourselves subject to
The same end.
Fading in an out
Of an ever-changing world of light and matter,
None no more valuable,
Nor more despicable,
Than the last,
All worthy of love,
Of kindness,
Of respect and recognition,
As we are all just collections of matter,
Each unique
And each with their own story to tell.