Brushing my Bed Head Morning Mind

The strings of my mind,

are a tangled mess.

Complicated, irritated,

unsettled, unrest.

Each thought travels its windy way,

on roundabouts and hurricanes.

Knotted bows, knitted tights.

fuss and fluff and fleeting fights.

Come and smooth my thorny thoughts,

with your speckled wide-tooth comb.

 Calm me to my balmy bones.

Each string in linear pairs,

harmonizing together.

Strummed by the hand of God.

Humming with pleasure.

I'll trade my Spaghetti

for

Guitar Strings

Winds of Change

This Febuary has brought strange, warm, foggy weather. This evening, a wind blew in the door that sent shivers down my spine.


Close your eyes and smell the wind,
in the dark the stars descend.


The flattened clouds go racing by,
on the shadowed, navy-sky.
And the mellow, yellow, moon,
...is an unblinking eye


It's almost real tonight,
I can taste the sigh.
Standing on the brink at last,
looking through the flowing glass.


One day, the whisper will be a Shout!
sudden, without warning.
First star on the right and
Straight on till morning.

My Ocean and Me

Clean lines,

Blowing sand.

I love the way

you stand

Washed clean,

in the salty sea

Wild and solid

Warm and free

Bleached by the Sun,

wonderful one...

Your eyes are dragon-green

-glittering-

Let's lie forever,

and soak up the light,

You, me and the

goldfish

You can build the fire,

embers glowing deep

And I will sing

 you

to

Sleep

This Poem was inspired by:

http://listen.grooveshark.com/s/In+My+Arms/2xxfv8?src=5

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