joyday

a year ago 365 days
minutes and moments,
images saved.

sweet gentle dreams we wish

sweet gentle dreams we wish
for all the lost, that they be found
sweet gentle dreams we wish
that when they awaken
they turn around,
that the world smiles back
and they never stops trying.
that in tears they will never
drown,
but from joy
they will be crying.

reach

from the cold, a heartbeat is heard, 

warm colors embrace. no need for words...

today

today the sun
from far away
a look into tomorrow,
not yesterday.

clouds and tree

my branches embrace

the clouds like dreams

that float away.

or so it 

seems.

pillows

life is hard...we try to soften the blows with cushions of kindness

rediscovercolorday

a quick click and
snap and so
goes time
colors and moments
caught in rhyme.

we..garage eagles

by elements harsh
we are pounded
by people who
do not like us,
hounded.
but together
we huddle
a force united
and strong.
the world not
exactly our oyster
but in this world
we belong!!

another day too

as real it was
now images,
arranged.

fog of volition

sweet fog of volition,
my sorrows
nutrition.

love that

love that,
which intrigues,
amazes
astounds
fascinates...

in moments, dark

in moments dark and frayed
where time stands still
and sadness
pervades
there are places
to remember

corners to forget
words uttered in
silence,
some
not spoken yet.
meaning never
mentioned
mentioned but
never meant,
i run to those
gentle planets
by imagination,
sent.

re: discovered

images of a day
rediscovered
but never
recovered.

the walls

the walls that break
the walls that take,
be gone.
the walls that tears
cannot penetrate
be gone.
the walls that think
they are strong,
when they were weak
all along...
be gone.

the walls that cry
the walls that ask
why
the walls that answer
the walls that
don't try.

the walls that crumble
when by truth
awakened.
the walls that should
never have been
taken...

be gone.

garage eagle ponder

where once we thrived
here i stand
this concrete world
not as we planned.

lavendoo

lavendoo
together,
true.

we look at the world

we look at the world
through petals and layers
of the experiential,

real or imagined.

in the path of tears

in the path of tears
a drop of hope
and smiles await
those
listening.

pinkblue

from what i understood
of the vagaries of love
pinkblues to blend
until
the
end.
between hope
and heartache
the time,
to spend.

vue

falsities
niceties
the clarity
of
disparity.

which way

point me high
point me low
which way to go
i still don't know.

the ladybug dreams of dragonfly...repost

the ladybug dreams she is
a dragonfly.
soft pastel moments
floating by.
as on her loving
leaf sits she.
dreaming each
color,
as it would be
if she did not
awaken fromher reverie.

oh dream

ah dream we must

to escape the schemes

that life dreams up

to vex us.

from the eyes of night

from the eyes of night
the roads we travel
by lights,
illuminated not
our perspective
true and broken.

from this window

from this window
so far from there
and much too close
to hear
the thoughts that
swirl.
from ear
to
ear.

in a flower face

in a flower face
worlds to discover,

green angel wings

green angel wings
and silly things
heartbeats dancing
on sparkly strings.
murmurs spoken
words unsung.
silences broken...
a day,
begun.

love the world

love the world
and all without and within
be they of fur
feather or fin
worship the planet
...that we have been given
this glorious garden
where we are blessed
to be living

a little

each day a little universe
a million lifetimes
a thousand dreams.

the autumn...repost

the autumn in its smokey mystery
through eons, rewriting history
the grey lit sky
the musty air
cascading leaves
...on the ground, everywhere
a color chart of red golden hues
earth bound in part 
as they dance on our shoes

a sunny day

with the beauty
of nature's gifts
and a sunny day,
my camera played.