stan-stil and listen

The rivers i cross are full of smiles that touch fleetingly like rose petals brushing past frost filled grass when the breeze is as light, cool and fresh hitting the nose where it is.

I remember the good times like it was yesterday. I feel the pain i felt about the bad times. I sit. I wonder. I see and i move on. But i will never forget while it seems that most times i am fine but it remains a scar that from here on seems like it will never heal.

swimming in my fear

Tearing the searing joy flickering

in my hearts absence

distant and close

closed off

at the t junction

in my mindless mind

you appear

at the sun’s apex

before dawn

framed by its dim brightness

buffalo soldier

armed with smiles

that kill me joyfully

that fill the thrills

summers and springs

with bullets fired in kind

with trance dances

that penetrate and splash

that empty space in my soul

by chance i hold

the warmth in your hands

and offer mine

in the winters and autaumns

in the bliss of the hope

of that first kiss

with closed eyes

searchin deeply

inside

for that which we never lost.