~~ Insomnia...~~

The delicious darkness of night time, sleep time
Here it is
My entire body reeks of irritation and impatience
Sleep has passed me by and went away screaming
Its nightly taunts into my face
Brushing against my restless skin.

I tense, I sweat, I am powerless
I rollover
Nothingness
I hear everything

I feel orphan feathers skimming my forehead,
Having escaped from my pillow
I fantasize over my luxury of time
Go downstairs
Gulp water and drag myself to the bed again.
Eyes burn
I smeared my palm with a night cream

and the smell makes me want to vomit
I could scrub the bathroom floor,

rearrange the bookshelves
Or write letters to people I otherwise

don't give a damn about
All in my semi-euphoric,

manic midnight moments of no rest
I drift in thought, a sprained ankle,

rushed to emergency room, painkillers...

Yes, that's it, side effects drowsiness,
Sleeeeeeep, don't operate heavy machinery.
No, not too extreme
Lie still
Wait…
Morning rises… I start the life again…

~~The sand still remembers...may be...~~~

Kites seek the wind here
Sea oats practice
Their patient sway
To rhythms

Of seasons and year
Dunes rise from the sand
Carved in a sculptor's caress
Who would dare to dream
Of creation on a scale
Of unbounded distance
A seagull holds in the breeze
Wings stretched wide
Like a lover's arms
Both share their
Unspoken word to the wind
"Come to me"
While the morning sun
Still raises its eyes to the clouds
Shells dot the sand shelf
In places the ocean
Swept them last night
Flowing promises of return
Maybe the sand still remembers
The footsteps
Hands in hands
Building impermanence
Leaving marks
Of hearts drawn
With names underneath
Carvings of hopes
And small dreams
That are washed away daily
Both us
And this place bowing
At different paces
To what finds us
And binds us both...
Time
May be the sand still remembers....

~~Enslaved~~

With bounding silence atop the clouds I fly
And reach toward the heavens aloft,
Like the goddess of freedom,
I wander above the earth and am awed with
Beautiful splendor at the dreams and
Hopes that are being painted beneath me.

I watch and marvel at these deeds and
So I climb higher, hopping to snatch
A broader glance.

But suddenly…
I must stop! I’m free no more.
I’ve come to the last inch of
My string and I can’t climb
Anymore.

I am restricted to only a small sky,
Unable to work toward achieving my
Aims and goals.

I then look back,
And I sense faith
And I sense love bonding
I soar up over the trees.
With butterflies and bees.
Fly past billowy clouds,
With my tail of red and white,
And climb so high the things below
would disappear from sight.

And then like a gift from God,
I know that if I fly above the clouds
would I ever, ever return?
And ponder, if I could fly so high,
A kite, a sky, and a good firm breeze,
And acres of ground away from trees,
And one hundred yards of clean, strong string
O boy, O boy! It must be the Spring!
See…Just how much I would learn...