I Am Made of a Trillion Dreams

I am made of a trillion dreams

Carefully sewn together and held by hope

I am a patchwork of possibility

Each tiny thread a symmetry of chance and desire

I am carefully sewn together and held by hope

I am the far off universe’s close up reflection

Each tiny thread a symmetry of chaos and possibility

I am the dust matter of the long burned out stars of ago

The far off Universe’s close up reflection can be seen in me

I am the song of barely whispered wishes on a soft evening wind

A phoenix from the flame of the big bang rising up from the ash

I am the echo of creation and siren song of the end eternal now

But one song of a barely whispered wish on a puff of cool air

I am the multitude of tears shed for hopes never fulfilled

And the reverberation of dreams with sleepy eyes opening again

I am both the pain and pleasure of the always present now

I am the multitude of tears shed for hopes never fulfilled

The quiet sigh of satisfaction at another goal accomplished

I am the pain of passing moments the pleasure of what simply is

A knot of flesh barely containing a soul of eternity

I am the quiet sigh of satisfaction the grin of accomplishment

I am the sum of silences from before my birth and after my death

I am a blanket of flesh barely holding back the next big bang

I am made of a trillion dreams

She Is My Sister the Photographer

With a thousand cameras she took only one picture
She danced with the glimmering beams of light from the moon
And talked politics and love and laughter with a moose head
She took only one picture, the picture of her life

She danced with the glimmering beams of light from the moon
She writes sonnets in pictures of an ocean I’ve never seen
She took only one picture, the picture of her life
Only in her photographs have I seen her world

She writes sonnets in pictures of an ocean I’ve never seen
She is eyes always watching, life always hungry
With a thousand cameras she has shown me her only picture
The one still life black and white colorful story

She is eyes always watching, life always hungry
Dancing with pizza in one hand and camera not up to task
She is the freezing force of holding moments captive in time
She is the frame waiting for the right photograph to accent

Dancing with pizza in one hand and camera not up to task
She is the laughing jovial face behind the lens
She is the right shade the picture calls to be painted in
She is the raw moment happening all around us

She is the laughing jovial face behind the lens
Ever watching, finger at the trigger, photo waiting to happen
She is the keeper of the eternal now
With a thousand cameras she took only one picture

Just One Feather On My Pillow

Just one feather on my pillow

That’s all it took to pull me in

Just one feather on an otherwise flat bed

That’s all it took to hear the call

That’s all it took to pull me in

The commanding caw of the oil black crow

That’s all it took to follow that song

Haunting deeper than bone and marrow

The commanding caw of the oil black crow

Came calling calling calling in my ever deep sleep

Haunting in the endless deep soul

Leaving the black blot stain of ink behind

Came the calling calling calling in my deep sleep

She my muse whispers to me

Tattooing the thin skin of my passion

Deep ancient goddess she

She my muse that whispers to me

Pulling me deeper in and farther on

Oh deity before gods inspiring the hand of poets

Lady chaos bringing order

Pulling me and beckoning me ever deeper

To the hungry hands of the poem write

Madam midnight of the endless abyss bringing inspiration

Open your wings and set to flight

To the hungry hands of the poem write

Upon the papyrus of my history inscribe

Open your wings to carry me o’er the endless sea

My soul cries out, “Feed me!”

Upon the papyrus of my history inscribe

That I will not to that faceless fire go

My soul so hungry, feed

Awake in me the deeper passion still

That I will not to that faceless fire go

Old crow what story do you know

Awake in me the deeper lust for life

Just one feather on my pillow

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Dedicated to:

Edgar and Lucinda