Pastel Memories

Sleep in my eyes like pastel colored chalk,

drawing you with my memory,

brilliant colors slide up upon each other,

caressing my fingers as I touch each contour.

Chalk covers my finger tips,

I like the feel of you in each line of my skin.

Only later, blowing the pastels into the wind,

you dance upon eternal ground.

Birthing of My Heart

Spiraling inwards,

a light shines upon a tree,

a hummingbird moves in rythmic speed,

i am no more no less.

Speed is only of time,

time anchors me in nothing,

speaking lingers in heart ache,

i am no more no less.

Gravity moves me through glue,

heart wings flutter above my head,

memories are erased,

i am no more no less.

Circling Around

I feel colors opening me into a new way of being. The process of allowing new forms to flow into a new way of life.