Snowstorm

The wind howls and thunder calls,
the night a lost goodbye
the hour could be any
the second a long drawn sigh.

An aimless of an evening drive
and the air stays solid ice,
the breath, and love is sunlight warm,
give and take- once, twice, thrice.

Pearl Ice

Pearl ice and ocean blue,
Thoughts that are real and thoughts untrue
Like clouds across a summer sun
A mile along and more to run.

The wisps of clouds pervade my mind
Ice crystals on my soul
Water surely falls so free
If it has someplace to go.

The ocean vast the heart knows well
And The world is ruled by love
Yet the way not always perfectly clear
With clouds and stars above.

Return of the Native

Will the streams still flow as clear,
Will the numbers of the flocks be strong?
Will the wind still carry the pleasant sounds
Of the quiet village and the mountain song?

Will the sun still be as warm,
Will the winters still be so cold,
Will still the crimson sky fires burn,
Will the aspen leaves be as gold?

Will the soup spice flavor tickle the tongue,
When a long day ends with an evening begun,
Will the flutes still ring the same melodies,
Will the beat be the same on the leather drum?

Will the herbs in the air still be as sweet,
Will the earth be as firm under my feet,
Will the spring herald the same old joy,
Will the same folk be present for me to greet?

Or will the land be barren now,
A desolate field of fire and war,
Will the same structures stand,
That have firmly lasted for ages before?

Will the stories still be remembered,
When the tongues to prisons are tied,
Will the people’s will and strength abound,
When their greatest dream has died?

Will the valley be all toil and strife,
Will the village totem be a city gate,
Will the cry to the spirits beyond,
Be a pledge made to the state?

Will the river water be dark with blood,
Will the wolf have made his kill?
May the waters still be cool and clear;
May hope and life prevail.

Lost Souls

How is the ship to catch good sail,

with no wind and current strong,

how is a soul to find its way,

cut like cloud wisps, then gone?

At least there is a sphere of light,

in the way things all connect,

And the lattice of the universe

is spun like a spider’s web.

Such a sea to be cast out,

how will the way be known?

By way of light, eternal hope,

may they find the right path home.

 

 

Heart of Gold

A heart of gold

is a heart as hard as ice,

and solid gold melts quite quick

and the surface easily scythed.

the luster fades like the sun,

as is the way with time,

it’ll circle round and reassure,

that it is an infinite light

the glimmer is only a reflection

a manifestation of how rays align

neither a fetter nor weight to bear,

as true as the blood veins flow,

in new angles the light rays shine

radiating from heart from the soul

from the hand and from the eye

and the depths that can’t be known