a plea

five in the morning and the stars
hang, glittering, in all their brilliance
pin pricked onto a black canvas

crickets, crickets, crickets, ceaseless

cool air and the stars reflection glisten off
blades of grass sparkling from dew

the cool wet mingles between my toes

standing, arms stretched out, hands open,
head tilted looking up, I ask for help

my plea is not for me but for those

that cannot do what I am doing
without fear, without hunger, without pain

if i stand here long enough transmitting

these well-wishes, maybe, just maybe
star dust will fall all around

grateful, deep, deep, I inhale this cool morn…
into my soul, exhale it onto the spirit of life

for all to share, all to breathe

 

smile, fills the space

Oh, smile, you who lingers in the corner

where you’ve chosen to hide. come out take the place
of sadness for it has stayed too long.

come out, smile, take the place of pain and anguish

for my bones have become brittle and can no longer
carry the weight

if you could just but for a moment peer out

to give my heart my soul a little moment of reprieve
from the misery of struggle, from the cry of strife

i will welcome you with the warmth of my

embrace and coddle you and of this sadness,
take its place

i will sing for you and play my guitar

and run through fields of wild flowers,
kick and splash the waters of the creeks and
streams and if you evince with the day

the radiance of your smile, the sun will

foster from me in the same .
humbly, i’m but a speck in the multi-universes
but with a smile i fill the whole of space