The Tinder of Dreams

-------The Tinder of Dreams-------

Bonfire Spring in magic land

and starlight the tinder of dreams.

We sat in a circle, 

all kin to that moment,

and raised up joy, 

like cups and glasses, to the middle

and the flames shared us whole,

edge-less and radiant.

It touched our faces.

It touched every leaf on the hill.

And when the wood ran low

we passed, by hand, a bottle of desert fire

and sang old songs to keep our inside warm.

A toast to youth

   and embers

      and nighttime.

An ode to the great, wild emptiness

we've all become again.

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More Than Just Water

-------More Than Just Water-------

More than just water fell last night,

and it touched the soul of the garden in a way

I could never with buckets and a well;

Highers rhythm,

pit-patter upon broad-leafed drums,

left a drop of heaven on the tips.

I held her closer and said nothing,

only listened, while the smell of white, wild roses

welcomed us back home.

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Like the Heron Stands

-------Like the Heron Stands-------

Stoic but pride-less

and great, blue angel wings tucked aside, 

without ambition

       like the heron stands

and the river carries on.

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Other Places

-------Other Places-------

When the old house has gone,

and the ones who brought us into 

and along through this world so far

have found their way 

to other places,

we will know 

that home 

is anywhere 

we need it 

to be.

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