There is an undeniable beauty about the winter
The quiet emptiness of muffled steps over blankets of snow
In the darkness of night we make space for dreams –
Of springtime, of new lovers, blossoms peaking out
From sleepy rapture as we yawn and stretch in layers of blankets.
My heart echoes steps falling deep into the drifts –
I keep thinking, I could have gone anywhere.
I could have done anything.
But I am here, quietly surrendering –
To the ghosts that glide over waters
Twinkling lights from islands across the bay
Shipwrecks where my soul pieces are scattered
Like lemurian crystals, aching reminders
To be picked up and held near the heart
As the veil of amnesia lifts with the mist and the blare
Of distant fog horns lulling me to sleep like the rocking
Of a bare-belly boat deeply cushioned under waves,
Where the stars play patterns across my face.
I kneel by the waters edge
Offering prayer to the lapping of my edges
As the reflection and the horizon become one
Melting together and flowing ever – forward
Backward, side-ways, turning over and over
Softening stones and ages,
Carving out centuries
In the slow persistence, flowing with the movement.
There is an undeniable beauty about the winter –
When the soul takes its place in the seat
And the heart gently moans
singing to memories and what is to come
Drinking in the sweet blue of ocean air
Pricking our lips and turning our cheek
smiles concealed by paper
marveling in the gift of sensation