sharing me with you

 

if you read my words, your eyes scan over them,

remember that they came to my fingertips to

display on writ the moments of my being, where

life pricked me, stung my heart, asked my spirit

to become one with my surroundings

 

wherefore are you, to make judgement as good

or bad of what i express in my heart, what i have

gathered when i walked amidst the creation of

my wonder, my wanderings, the moments that

touched me and helped me realize my presence

 

when you read my words, remember they are of

me not of you, not of your moments but those

that were assembled around my being and if

by chance they touch you then embrace them

as yours, for i wrote them to share with you…

 

life's vibrations

when mine ears capture the vibrations of violin strings

or the soft sounds of a classical piece on a guitar, ivories

on a piano sounding the melancholy of the fingers that

are playing them, the vibrations of these frets and bars

capture a moment in time for my spirit to dance and for

my heart to poke the lacrimal ducts of mine eyes to

release tears of joy and lament, the tears of life…

all this is not unlike the leaves’ attire in Nature when first

captured in the Spring where the radiance of the Sun’s rays

lay gently upon their petals in the early morn still wearing

dew, for this aesthetic look is what is its summer wear and

unlike the animal species covers for the cool of Autumn’s

touch, they undress to color the Fall by exposing their true

nature after riding the vibrations of their life’s sojourn…