Poetry

A Warriors Cry
​A warrior cries out for battle is near,
sweat drips as he tastes truth on his lips.
It is bitter and salty, 
reminding her of death.
This cry is full of shadows
yet there is a brighter light,
of which she follows.
Instincts must be trusted,
strength of spirit unleashed.
Some can withstand the force
of this power,
others are flattened
like the fields of battle.
The darkness awaits
and the soul shines its beacon.
A warrior tests his strength 
to see what this light
is really for.

Shimmering Light
​​Shimmering unknowns, 
reflected through darkness.
Silhouettes slumber slowly,
as if there is somewhere to go. 
Rest says the night. 
Can you not feel this dark womb
around you?
It is here,
reflecting back
the mystery
of being. 

The Dance of Light
​A stranger breathes life into me,
there is heartache as my lungs expand.
I am drawn into a dance,
away from my lonely journey.
Who is this wayward traveler
swirling in the starry dance of light?
The billowing of leaves rise up
and fall softly to the ground.

Seasons change no matter what you do,
we’ve all been traveling forever.
The earth sings us a song of movement,
spinning us round and round in her loving embrace.
 
I’ve been in this room before
dancing with the shadows of my soul.
How could I have forgotten this?
Yes, the lights changed colors in the night
and the shadows m o v e
 with the  m o t i o n of the music playing.
My heart pumps its rhythm,
my spirit sings its song.

Let’s all dance together in this
lonesome journey.
Take my hands, 
so I know you’re there.
Twirling in time that moves in space,
no one knows unless they open 
to the visions.
The singing spirit and the rhythmic heart,
together telling us a story of lifetimes.
Let the shadows dance in the room with you.
They have been here before,
yes they have been here before.