i guide my light between the crooks of my dark and speckled mind, i flush the sludge of what’s unnerved me, allow its tension to unwind. i think on anger that did not serve me, remember moments that were kind; and when my path sways and swerves me, i look for love i know i’ll …

a transition to earlier day, quieter house, with only my thoughts keeping me company; the change is both sweet and wistful as i relish the peace while still missing the clamor. 8.10.17

inner restlessness refusing to allow sleep to cloak me in its rapture, i wrestle with my uselessness until at last, i’m overtaken by the drug of slumber awakening groggy from its intoxication. 8.9.17

in between the dark and the light when the end is felt but not yet in sight; trusting your path is what carries you on remembering rights and also the wrongs, feeling the joy deep love can bring opening up so your heart can sing… 8.8.17

i dare to dream of future plans like peter pan dared to fly; so as my mind ponders grand, i cross my heart and hope to die for promises i will not break, or feelings i will not fake; instead i’ll walk this winding path of hopeful talk, love that lasts 8.7.17