Sunday, August 29, 2010


Weavers of worlds
Ballrooms and lines of punctuation
Textures of a story
Rhythmed into play

How hypnotized
Can blink your eyes
To winter’s opening shed of flakes
Or stirring splashes on the shore
Unsealing winds of evermore

Connection with something greater
Than my eyes could bear to hold
Is like drawing traces between stars
And constellations they unfold

Suspended in a crystalline sphere
Making here a boundless spot
Are the moments that involve us
To uncover who we are
In all that touches our hearts