the beauty of decay
Beauty
Tag Archives: musings
Thoughts
my thoughts fall, as does the yellow pollen–
blowing gently away with the summer breeze,
landing like golden sugar dust on the dog’s tail
Destiny
I am a traveler swimming in strange and mystic waters.
I am a trader searching for peaceful horizons
and hospitable harbors.
I am a drifter floating and following yellowed and aging maps.
I am a Peter Pan pirate of sweet and guazy dreams.
I am the captain of my own destiny.
How
What if today was a day where you took a long walk in el parque Guell, or stopped to rest on a stone bench?
What if today you laughed with a friend and drank your coffee at a mosaic table?
What if today you let your thoughts smoulder, like the sweet smoke from your cigarette, in my direction?
How would I ever know?
Things I saw on a Wednesday in Summer
a small yellow butterfly
a young osprey
three downy ducklings
a stunning sunset
grey seagulls
honking Canada geese
a tiny chipmunk
a great blue heron
two delicate dragonflies
and a soft peach rose
August Leaves
August leaves begin to fall, gently and quietly.
I take notice of their crimson coats and feel the curious
compulsion to lick the morning rain from their tender skin.
Dragons
dragons on the dock
Night
I will meet you there, in a dream forest of jade and obsidian alcoves, in the dawning dusk at the platform by the stilled waters. I will meet you in a hushed whisper and a silent embrace. And I will pretend the soft breeze is your mighty hand caressing tired shoulders and blowing my hair and my fear away from my aging face.
Home
The lake water rolls toward the old docks,
an unseen force urging it home.
What does peace mean?
a warm, safe bed
good health
smiles and kind words
still waters
hot chocolate
the color blue
camp fires
tranquil thoughts in the early morning
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