Posts by Dusty

Sweetheart of the Endless Sun

These are Latitudes of Change, Seasons of Capture
This is Just Another Thursday
But the only one I will ever live on Feb 14th, 2008.

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The Long Path of Human Life

The road we walk on is somewhat narrow.

At the end of where we stretch our arms is birth and death.

In the middle, where we are, is sorrow, life, teardrops, morning dew, mist, extravagance, purpose, fading sunlight, crystal moons.

We walk with others, but really, we walk alone.

We try to keep in step with others, we fake it for a while, then we fall, falter, fail, step on toes, collide with worlds.

The Smell Of Love

I walk through the café of life.

There are several smells along the way. It is a café of smells. There is no escaping beauty, doom, magnificence, banality and orchids. We are swimmers; sinking is not an option.

The Smell of Love is the most noteworthy. It writhes like a golden serpent, sinking deep into fabrics unseen, riding in Dream Territory, speaking to the sounds that came before words.

It is the smell most of us avoid, yet the fragrance most of us seek. The odor undealt-with, the nameless sound we all recognize like a dog’s ears that rise to the Distant Familiar.

The Forest of You

the trees of me
in the forest of you
echoing laughter
songs are brand new

the shelter of you
in the heart of me
is a harbor deep blue
in a dark stormy sea

the laughter of you
in the soul of me
opens my windows
sets the bird free

the trees of you
in the forest of me
are the gifts
that keep blooming
from the seeds
that were free

the flowers of you
in the clay pot of me
are the souls of butterflies
dancing,
for all to see

The Singing Birds of Infinity

The Amazing Visit
Is now who I am
under the Dust of the Stars
Singing in Raincoats of feathers
Echoing in Canyons of Ecstasy
Shouting with the soft cloth of Remembrance
Dividing Time with the Clean knife of Clarity
Scattering butter and sugar to the mouths of
Singing birds

Those lost and lovely
Singing birds of Infinity …