Trail of the feathers

As long as I could remember, you
sent me feathers along my path.
Flutters of whites, greys, blacks.  Tiny and gigantic.
Soft breaths of ethers beyond.
Always guiding me
Always reassuring.
I asked and you answered
I acknowledge
and I am eternally grateful.
If I wasn't open I would call me crazy.
But thank goodness the mediocre life is too
dull in this dimension to settle in.
Watch me follow this uneven path now, and
watch me turn a corner and there you - standing out among the dull concrete, broken glass and tired grass, I see a swaying, glowing gift from above.

How much longer?

How I missed you.
How much longer will I have to wait?
When will my ship come?
I feel done here..nothing more to do.
Every time I search for you in the sky..
how I yearn for you.
How much longer?
I see you and you call me each day
No other one but you
How much longer?

Remember

The hair grows where it was cut
The skin heals where it scabbed
The skin illuminates when the sun kisses it
And the heart still beats
when the spirit is still present
I remember
I remember
I remember

Roundtable

When I look at you - you remind me of sacred devotion. How your eyes remind me of a child's innocence, an almond star radiating beauty.

When I look at you - you remind me of purity and everything called perfection; how you carry the world effortlessly.

When I look at you - you remind me of endurance... despite the trembling hurt it is to be colored in a world full of colors. Your quiet demeanor and humbleness quivers the heart.

When I look at you - you remind me of softness etched from years of bitter hurt inflicted on to you, which never contaminated your core.

When I look at you - you remind of a massive fleet docking from bay to bay trading it's goods not effected by the awe and wonder of spectators glued at your magnitude. They never saw you coming.

When I look at you - you remind me of the epitome of what it is to be a loving  father figure equipping his own for good works.

When I look at you - you remind me of a mother, a teacher slowly revealing her lessons but quickly flowing her love when her children stray.

Many eyes I behold in my heart. Nothing more precious than to consider you as my friends.

Cutting Cords

Every now and then when I'm at the edge,

when I can resurface, I survive a complete 

drown. Drowning in a sea. A sea swarming

with lustful scenes, beautiful scenes, and 

chaotic scenes.

I found myself so far in this seductive tempest.
Where the rhythm was new, the twirls were fun, 

the violence was entertaining. But my hunger was 

a nagging wound, like a homeless beggar.

I didn't recognize how far I went until
I couldn't function. Until my wound didn't 

heal, until my dancing with the wind 

caused my motherboard to fizz. 

In my anguish that the water didn't match

the sky, my guides got me up and reminded 

me how I was caught in his web of thoughts. 

And how a cable of cords from him to

me was created, and was fed through our 

common adventures. 

So innocent they started yet subtly how perverted

they evolved to, with wisdom hung behind every

dead end. 

Now the cords have dropped. Golden sails has

gone up. And now the constant become voluntary. 

Chaos become calm. And I knew grace gave me choice
to drown or float. To be stuck or to be divine. 

The steering wheel became once more mine.