TIghtrope, Tightrope, in the Sky

When you walk

amongst the clouds

you dip your feet

in the DNA

of the sky

and hope that

the threads

now strung beneath

your gentle feet

are not so easily

blown away

by a gust

from the winds

of misfortune

Teardrop Medicine

a tear

brewed in

the same old sorrow

rolls down your cheek;

it leaves you with fire rings

in your eyes

and water beads

on your face

of trembling snow

when you fall to pieces

it's just emotional decay

and a seed dropped

inside the carcass

of one who had

so much to give

will be given

the greatest nourishment

so cup your palms

and breathe poetry

to the broken leaves;

if you're lucky

something stronger

will grow back

and spread its roots

along your arteries

until your heart

is laced with the strength

of a plant

that doesn't know the meaning

of surrender

to the frailty 

of life

A Place in Time

You can find your place

on a flat paper map

or a curved iron globe;

two views

of the same position.

But to know one's time

is tricker still

when paradox is spun

from fabric

that aligns history

and weaves future;

everything we see

through the eye

of the needle.

We could be rainbow blips

on a treadmill in time

in a perfect line

of chain-linked

human arms.

The escape

to the unknown

is just steps away

yet the walk of life

goes on

along the same track

that keeps coming

back 'round

to confront us again,

now a tread deeper.

That, or we're bubbles

summoned randomly

across the plane

and the flutter of one

rocks the ones that follow

on wave crests

that build as you look back

in time.

One bubble

swelled with curiosity

asks, "Who is the first,

and who gets

to dip their finger

in the pool

without feeling

any responding

reverberations?"

Tinkles on a Glass Stairway

the whirrs

of alien instruments

diffuse across

the Cumphurt Zoan membrane

and alight your air

in crackling streamers

with sparks

of electric melody

the molecules jiggle

until one band

like an internal

Milky Way

glows

in perfect resonance

music

made flawless

by intricacies

need not create

a new atmosphere

the air already

brims

with subtle feelings

gentle pinches

will charm

the capillaries

of the imagination

into a blush

of colour

across the aura

of a stimulated mind

consciousness

trickles along 

such vital

paths

in a realm

where thought

flows unlike water

a fossilized 

ember

frozen in currents

of thought

flows up

a glass stairway

that tinkles

in xylophone

tones

on the way back

to the stars

in a nursery

long-lost

behind a glimmer

your mind

will nest

amongst

its seeds

of creation

commemoration

and thus immortality

at the end

of a road

untraveled

by spirits

that don't

yet

know freedom

as yours does