High above the city-

Where the lonely falcon flies,

Where the wind sweeps clouds before it,

And jets scream across the skies-

And higher still,

As midnight blue turns black,

The stars shine clear and steady.

Now gravity can’t call us back.

Not higher now, but further!

Past moon, and on to Mars,

And out into the asteroids-

A solar system’s ancient scars.

Than past the planets,

So far, far, far f...

I stand at the center of the universe-

But so do you.

So how shall our two spheres collide?

My horizon might out run the one you see

And yours might push my world all askew.

But they both exist, one atop

(alongside, through, between)

The other-

Along with bubbles of reality belonging to

All the people you have never met.

So many universes to crowd your view.

How will you see your horizon throug...

Celebrate

The turning wheel

As you walk alone

Towards victory

Holding this truth:

That those who withhold light

Shall, in time, burn out....

The magic of the heart of fire

Is found within a dance-

Leaping, beating, pounding, heating-

In patterns that entrance.

The magic of the breath of air

Is called through song and voice-

With verse and rhyme, and thought sublime

A calling to rejoice.

The magic of pure water’s soul

Is caught within a tear-

That’s shed for grief, and for relief,

Joy, pain, and hope held dear.

The magic of the mount...

When people say that I am blue

I’m not quite sure what they can mean.

That’s not the color of my skin or clothes;

My hair is brown; my eyes are green.

Maybe they mean I’m like the sky?

So wide and open, vast and free?

I must admit I rather like the thought-

There’s worse that I could be.

They could have meant the ocean waves-

That rich and soothing, calming hue.

I wouldn’t mind the strength and...

If I’m denied the Hero’s Way-

That shining arch of fame on high-

I’ll take the path of mud and stone

And climb the steps into the sky....

Purple skies sing and blue shadows soar

Smell the music and wish some more-

Red grass is swarming with busy feet

As spiraling whispers rush down the street....

Take a coal, an ember burning bright

That dash of drive, alive, that fire-in-the-night.

But fire alone cannot prevail

And will flicker, falter, fail-

So send a gentle breath on by

A breezing, teasing, dance-the-sky

To stoke the fire higher still-

And tie it strong and fast to will.

But fire and air a danger pose;

An inferno only grows and grows;

To bank the storm of fire and air

It’s time to add a...

Who last left this lonesome roost

Before the ebb of time

Sent moments flowing, blowing by

Bearing grit, and wear, and grime?

Who last swept this sleeping home

Before the sands swept in

And made wild, wind-combed piles

Where once a home had been?...

To creep, to slip, expand, and grow-

To emerge and offer, then sink below-

To grasp and hoard, and speak with smile-

And plot and wait; cold crocodile-

To sneak and nibble at the wall-

And never count another’s cost or fall....