Strangers

Strangers across the page,
Communicating through time and space.
This website the medium,
In which you read,
All my thoughts and fears,
My dreams, 
And loves.
As we walk through life,
Together,
And apart.

Another Week

Another week has come to be,
In the strangeness,
Of it’s wills,
Or the wills of others.
Rest upon our point in time,
And hold us to it’s meaning.

Social Distancing

Odd,

Space,

Keeping distance,

Needed for,

Health,

And safety.

So strange.

Glistening

I see a light shine,
Glistening in the darkness,
Strange, it’s just a dream.

What am I writing for?

What am I writing for?
Why?
Every week I open my laptop,
And pound out a poem,
Or a chapter,
Or an article.
Or a meaning,
Bound up in these words,
Lost in translation,
Between my mind,
And this page.
And the eyes that read.,
Trying to glean,
Some meaning,
From my strange dreaming.

Beyond…

What do I need…

To live beyond…

This day…

A strange moment,

To attach to?

Days may pass,

Life may change,

But that strange moment…

Lives beyond….

Yellow Moon

Yellow Moon,
Yellow light,
Corruption,
Deception,
Illusion.

Fear,
Shadows,
Meaning,
Lost,
Feelings,
Under a Yellow Moon.

I; Believe

I, in truth, never thought it reasonable to believe;
In strange things or odd tails of yore.
Though I might have hoped that they were as they said;
Real and not made up.

But the fake and the freakish lives in us all.
And beyond the veil of our lives.
In the world of imagination.
And in the world of spirits where such things writhe.

The world is always more then it seems.
But less than the fantastic would have you believe.
So look beyond what your comfort perceives;
And find what it is you really believe.

Never Thought

I’ve heard of this place,
But I never thought,
I’d see these emerald fields,
Strange world,
Beyond thought.
Standing here,
But never lost.

Spirits fly by,
Dragons,
I can hear,
Saying something in the distance.

Emerald groves,
And things I don’t know,
Places to see,
Places to go.

Perhaps…
This world isn’t so different after all….