silvery joy
laced like ribbons
wrapped around my arms
warm horizon
haven
8/16/12 I have been woken by the sound of the motor of out little camper speeding along the empty highway. The sun hasn’t risen yet, but I’m happy in our little mobile home. I am happy with my handmade, soft and fluffy bed and blanket, that may be only 2 feet wide, but it’s mine, and it’s with mommy so I’m happy with it. I love the strong wind through the screen that comes when our little house is in full motion and wakes me up so that I have to snuggle up even more. And it calms my muscles to see the luminescent ombre of yellow and orange in the horizon of the fresh clear morning sky glowing through the bus’ panorama of windows outside my comfy haven. Right now, I have woken up happy, and thankful to Jehovah for that. I am warm, I have food, and I have a family. I have the ocean and the sky and the sun and the breeze and the mountains. I have a song in my head, and memories in my mind that are stored like treasures. I can’t let anything take my happiness away from me. There is way to much to be happy about right now.
burrito
a deep undertone of crescendoes
growing and dying rumbles of wind
howling and groaning outside my cocoon
just beyond the tightly sealed window
an earth of green and blue
overlooking my little world.
candlelit
an idea of a dream
that is restless and huge in the night
once told in a land far far away
because there has been a lapse in time
what was to be dreary and dim
is now cool and fresh
warmth wraps my heart
like a burrito
september is ending
a pure sky so high
it makes you wonder
clean air so sweet
so beautifully grand
vibrant and golden
long playful shadows
the pink and cream
that softly settles
in the tardy clouds
quiet contentment
indian summer thoughts
passing away
climb up
look over the town
see how the lights get quiet
swallowed sunshine
moonrays float down
like glitter
and cover my sheets
everything softly sparkles
glowing perfectly.
its almost as if
i could close my eyes
and with a slight
smile
and tilt
of the head
drift up
on moon’s shafts
further and further from the world
insincerity slipping
from my arms
the wrinkle vanishing
from my brow
the weight lifting
from my eyes
a tight bound cloth has been
wrapped around my arms
but i have been released
to the sea and the stars
the sky and the land
the waves in the ocean
and the ripples in the clouds
swallowed sunshine
the last days of summer.
my empty cup filled
my empty eyes lighted
my hollow heart
now ablaze.
and it doesn’t
burn me.
silent beach
the most beauty is present
when a silence calms the sphere
shy dark clouds sit alone in the sky
like sleeping beasts
as they faintly glow by the moonbeams shreds of cloud tip toe
past a twinkling sparkle
the sea is distant
absorbed in its own being
rolling in and out
on the soft cold sand
the sun has been put to sleep
the sea turned back to dream and lull
all that remains is
the pure love i hold in my soul
for the being of this place
Nevada
8/21/12
desert and mountains stretches as far as the eye can see, rippling all horizons of baby blue and millions of bushes dot the outstretches plains of nevada. the while brilliant clouds are dynamic with their varying shades of pure white. they tell a story, one of dreams come true and the western frontier and gigantic skies filled with plenty of room to shoot for the stars. It’s almost as it they had been bouncing from one mountain top to another with their sugary fluffiness and were frozen in mid-air and put in slow-motion as they pass through the sky. I’ve never felt so free with the wind blowing at my curly sun-dashed fly aways throughout the generous vents in out magical traveling green bus. Or with so much open space around me, and so much to look forward to when we cross the border into the state of dreams. Or with the giant mysterious shadows of the clouds stretching and traveling across the mountains’ dips and peaks and ripples. Even though man may try to put his selfish destructive mark on this natural beauty whatever way he can, i look past this, and into the face of an enormous mountain. And I see the face of God. Of enormous twirling fingers that stretch down from the sky and shape these earthly giants. I see that I am surrounded by God. Every grain of dirt and tiny pebble and pine needle on every tree against every mountain under every blue atom in the sky. Suddenly, the feeling of hatred towards the actions of petty men fades to nothing. I feel a strong calm settle in my gaze. There is no need to fear.
God is all around.
spaceships
I watched the birds
coast and float
high above me
like idling spaceships
against a giant
blue matrix
light and young
A sunlit sky
And winking green eyes
Shiny brown hair
The two of us lying there
wispy green grass
long, swaying back
rich golden rays
and breezy soft sun
golden light
trickles through the tall trees
cascading like water
like a stream of gold
it descends down the branches
of dancing leaves
of beautiful bright green
like gentle rain
her hair was bound
with strands of bronze
his eyes were darkly bright
framed with black lashes
hers were light and young
but when they met
time was
light
and young
youth at its finest
July 2016 Two best friends having a long call about boys late at night after everyone was settled inside their houses. That July night was in the bloom of youth with air and I was so perfectly seasoned I could almost taste it with my pores. One girl who was hopelessly infatuated with a boy needed to talk to another girl who was hopelessly infatuated with a boy. They both squealed and sighed in different towns. One paced her room while the other lay on her back in the street looking up at constellations and telephone wires.
undulate
9/17/16 As I looked around I felt the crisp immediateness of everything - God was near my fingertips and I wanted to cry. A sleepy luminous yellow settled over the darkening swells in undulating strands. Darkened cotton candy twists hovered around the dying golden horizon. A salt water droplet rolled down my nose and on my fresh lips. One cloud still held a ghost of glowing red. I thought I would be shivering, wanting to leave, but I wasn't. It's as if summer pulled a few strings just for me, just so I could fully enjoy this moment in every aspect. Summer, my old buddy. He knows me well. And he's a hopeless romantic, that one.
sun-tinged
Early summer 2016 - Brontës car. On a big open highway with the prettiest aura of golden hour shining through our open car windows along with gentle cool breezes of early summer. We listened to my music with Lindsay in the backseat and they loved it. They loved BonBon and then we headbanged to Handclap by Fitz and the Tantrums and kept headbanging until the song ended even when we got to the movie theater and were parked in the parking lot. Later I think we got burritos at a Mexican place where I made Brontë and Lindsay laugh hysterically when I told them about my fear of boars. For the first time in a long time I felt that freedom of a foreshadowed summer greatness in that cool yet sun-tinged golden air. The sun was hiding, and it finally came out. It was one of those moments that is just imprinted in you for the rest of your life probably because of the level of presentness you felt for just a fleeting moment… Perhaps it made my pupils contract for a split second as my iris shifted around it capturing the memory forever.