The Mare of Nights

It is the mare of nights
stomping through our dreams
collecting up the terrors
listening to the screams

Charging powerfully forward
ignoring dread fear and hate
pulling the dreamer up
towards the stars instead

Galloping up on the wind
head down, taking flight
this powerful steed
who roams through the night

Above shines and twinkles
blue cobalt deep and rich
Leaving behind restless moments
Boiling thoughts
night dark as pitch

One Breath

There is one breath
when life begins
the first to full
takes in the world
more to come
fear, love, hurt, living done

From one comes many
days and weeks, memories plenty
laughter rolls, giggles grow
sadness passes and some tears flow

The older one gets
the breath it continues
barely noticed yet vital
life's connection, almost forgotten

But sometimes there comes one
so pivital in time
that the world stands still
the oxygen left (sublime)

The heart it keeps beating
lungs gasping
knowledge that the
next breath
changes all

Before will be gone
terror and panic
one must walk forward
what options, none left

Others have taken them
or yourself does deny them
as ones not acceptable
without damage to your core

The breath it does come
followed by another and then more
Life again keeps on tiucking
barely noticed almost forgotten

In time there is balance
and for the moments of pain
there's another breath certain
to rob the world of oxygen again....

A time of attraction
thoughts of pleasure
time is strained
waiting throught the wanting
wandering through the maze

Desire of fulfullment
Parle of words fulling the days
The air it grows heavy
sweet with seduction
alive with connection

Moving game pieces forward
searching the ways...
to reach the moment...
So pivital in time...

When the world stills
and the heart keeps beating
one looks at another
next breath changes all

Sweet moment of forever
Terrible need held behind a wall
The breath it does come
including the scent of another
deep and full, rising, falling
as two share breath and all

From one comes many
days and weeks, memories plenty
laughter rolls, giggles grow
sadness passes and some tears flow

Still

In the silence I hear
My heartbeat
Breathe...
Silent and even

Shuffles around me

Slowly - calming

Concious of center

Stilling the chatter
All that's without
Truly no part

The inner is the only
Constant that stays
Promises, hopes, prayers, and dreams

Best True to the self
Only it returns and remains