Angel

I did not think it at the time,
when you passed by, crossed paths with mine,
I was not focused, did not see,
as you passed by so casually.

I did not know it at the time,
on your departure, that look in your eye,
and you could see what was all in mine,
and held the universe at your sight.

Your voice rang far, the eye a dance of light,
how foolish I was, asking for the repeat,
but you said the words, you said them twice,
Good luck to you and have a good life.

I did not think it at the time,
but I later remembered the dream,
a dance of the eye, a tilted cheek,
things aren’t always what they seem.

Three sixty five and another seven,
A day so dim yet prime,
rain will surely fall from heaven,
yet fall not short from time.

Way of Light

Things are not what they seem,
says the one caught in the dream,
these players from a different cast,
waltz the stage disguised in masks,
and there is one who tells a tale
of the watching waiting clockwork elves,
not in the stone nor river banks
in the crumbling walls, the city street,
the cracked grey pavement under their feet,
let the tale, the truth be told,
the eye that sees, the one that beholds,
is the same as the reflection in the eye,
the actor, the player of the disguise,
beyond that there is a shadow cast,
for the light surely travels fast,
like shadows, clockwork, like the night,
let the tales, and truth be told,
the dark travels fast as the light unfolds.

Higher Sight

See for what is beauty
and stand by what is right,
Sing the songs of ancients,
and hold them your sight.

The canvas is full with color,
so silent yet so loud,
this sings to soul itself,
by the richly adorned shroud.

I’ll soar with the altospect
wind silent on my wings
and the hues of the painted sky
‘so to the spirit sings.

Sing, for the dawn is near,
See the colors through light
a brighter glow each day revealed,
from first lucem to the eye.