Child's Thought

Thunder,

lightning bolts from Thor,

blinding, scorching power.

Calm,

little feet and welled up eyes,

a mixed and broken sentence;

touching power.

Serenity,

a light rain shower.

laughing rainbows,

budding flowers.

Thunder,

sunshine, a sideways sneaker,

a powerful call....

Daddy, I love you.

1.7.2007

Mountain Climber

A mountain climber

soaring upwards towards

the snow white

clouds.

Breaths short, yet

clear.

Weaving in and out through

pines and birch

etching his way tediously,

slowly,

perfectly painting his way.

Flickers of sunlight thoughts,

birds flying freely

gliding beyond his reach.

Night befell the climber

as he sleeps beneath

a living tree. Hoot owls

crying matefully into the night

dew drops sprinkling his

sandy balding hair.

Again besieged by the top,

so clear

in the new day.

Finally climber ascends to reach the tree tops

and without falter

finds his dream

top.........free and fresh

The Port

Here,

in my bed

in warm December, 

I

draw a blanket

of friends around me.

Let them touch what is to be found in me,

discovering me today.

I want to remember,

and I love

because you are alive in my mind,

friendships in the Port

of life,

and when I must leave,

you will not be left behind.

Wakings

Shooting stars burning across the sky

writing a trail of love letters

against the black, but twinkling night.

Night animals sing praises

to your lovely words.

An owl hoots applause

to the depth of your thoughts.

The moon caresses the suns' reflections.

You renew the words

and say hello again

while

the night air breathes a warm

passionate embrace

with the feelings you have conveyed.

Wakings,

renew our strong bond

as the beauty of nature surrounds us.

Another star writes wonderful words of love,

as we blow kisses to the warm wind.

Smell the freshness of life.

Early darkness wakings

during a spring day sleep.