In the Between

Summer is drying up and blowing,
it has withered and drained the moisture
from all the blooming,
but the sunflowers still hold their heads erect,
they have had their dip and bow,
now time is waiting to seed
and the bees hover around their dignity.

Each minute is crisp with waiting
the crunch of falling,
and it happens so fast,
this precious movement into dry leaves
and the ending of nights under stars
covered only with mosquito netting.

To splash in midnight’s pool
with stars to watch
and the moon portraying
the curved breast of frolic
where fairies hide their winsome wings,
quietly behind the lattice
they entwine their pointy toes
to capture bliss.

And in the between
I dare dream of falling
and turning gravity’s pull,
falling into the stars
like a wish to dance with destiny
in candle light,
a dream weaves threads that stitch me
to the fabric of my reverie,
its truth is nebulous
and a whim can send it crashing
to shatter all the pretty pieces.

How quiet this minute
that gathers me
and waits to see what happens,
and it happens so fast,
this precious movement into dry leaves
and the ending of nights under stars
covered only with mosquito netting.

While Waiting for Clarity

       
Waiting for clarity watching the tide
listening for lessons from time left behind
is this how I spend the mid day of heat
beginning the ache of a thought’s incomplete

I’m drowning in dignity lost in the fog
searching for magical mystical cog
that will catch the yearning with tenderness’ hook
and wee bit of joyful that fell in the brook

You think I’m just messy but the clutter’s defined
in the pathway I take to the place that is mine
there lashes fall dangerously close to asleep
and my dire state of mind does not make me sweep

Oh lethargy leave me some jumping around
for my feet yearn for dancing  and playing the clown
often my lips burn with hot state of allure
when I think of time wasted on waiting breeze stir

I’m taking the slow road to round and about
and have figured the distance is making me pout
so if you should see some red shoes and blue jeans
you can bet its my bippy walking out of your screen

If  you think this is nonsense your reading your right
for my fingers just needed to get out of uptight
the seriousness of this wanting to shout
is to help me determine what life is about