Running In Wild Places

Running In Wild Places

-16 November 2009-

the waves of sunshine leave my face
as the sun sets low on this hill
I am nowhere, not anything, not anyone
I am someone, at peace, in freedom
I am connected to the cycles of nature
the sun and the moon,
the sea and the wild places
I am their child, born of the divine
as I stand here to watch the world shift to night
I am running in the distance with the deer
I am howling in the twilight with the coyotes
I am scrawing high in the skies with the crows
all around me, these wild creatures call
and I am confined to four solid walls of concrete
on a land so desolate, so currupted with history
its natural beauty is often lost to this concrete of reality.
what is it to run fully with no holding back?
I want to run, I want to pace, I want to howl at the moon
basking in all of her silvery light and glittered stars of ancients past
I want to let my animal spirit loose....fly my spirit...fly with the hawk.
I want to fly, to speak words, to dance in the night
and yet, as the waves of twilight skies set in
slitted tones of lavender, fushia, faded yellow and blue
all I can do is give thanks to witness such things
to be able to see the beauty that modern humanity
has in fact forgotten.... to wish there were others like me
that see that way I see.
to hear that way I hear
to speak the way we once spoke
and to touch things, now broken and fragmented.
so I stand here, basking in the ebb and flow of nature
as my lover comes up behind me to hold me close to him
I appreciate life just a little more
because I am no longer alone
I am no longer nowhere and no one
I am somewhere with someone who loves me close
and this is how I am free...
running in the wild places.

What Can’t Be Heard

What Can’t Be Heard

-13 November 2009-

What can't be heard
Is my heart beating
A million times louder
When you hold my hand
Or kiss my cheeks

What can't be heard
Are the way your eyes
Light up when you reach
Down to touch my face
Because you're taller then me

What can't be heard
Is the way we fit together
When you hold me with
Your arms around my waist
And your head on mine

What can't be heard
Is the silence and longing
That transpires between
You and I as our eyes meet
And as we part--until the next time