For a fellow artist. You know who you are!

Let's see, in 1983 I would have been around 26 years old! Just a reference point for you! Yes, I realized the universe turns slowly way back then!

OVERHEAD WALKS THE SUN
1983

Overhead walks the sun
in majestic stride...
not caring to run
eternal abide,
slow ride...
fast tempo to shun...
at peace... one.

The clouds softly drifting,
complimenting her pace...
slow movement, shifting...
knowing their place...
oft taking chase
then her chariot lifting...
her rays sifting

as they fall from the sky
to brush my face,
and capture eye...
feel their embrace...
time, space,
their merging nigh...
completed... sigh.

The sky’s movements urging
my soul to be purging...
my life unify...
my heart purify.

A New Year... A New Life

It has been so long.

I've written these words before, in my journals that few people see other than me.

2009 was so very hard on me. It's time to move on.

AFTER YEARS ALONE
1983

I tremble...
my hand at touch of pen to paper...
(and so soul to light)
to feel the words flow again
after so many years of hiding.

But trembling eases (slowly)
as once more the flow comes
through my heart, past pen,
and into my eyes gaze once more.

I still care...
and feel...

And I still need to express my heart
despite my fears of leaving traces
of my soul
for the world to trample.

I’ve been told by some close
that they miss those glimpses.
And as scared as I am
to touch you again,
dear paper...

I missed you, too.

Of course, it's all said electronically now, and everyone gets to put their opinion out on the airwaves for all to see. I made a rule a long time ago... if my writing goes out... I hope it is uplifting and beautiful to the eye that captures it. So even if it is just for me... as always... I gain therefrom!