Hallowed Eyes

Hallowed eyes
grasp me in their grip
telling stories of an old
crisp and dusty nature

Awakening feelings
stale in flesh
and bright in Spirit

Keep me ever in that gaze
Let the shackles slip away
crusted build up soften

And new day dawn
around me
within me…

Spring’s Path

Spring’s Path

Down the lane of sticker bushes
where juicy berries
are plentiful in summer
just now tiny buddings appear

And the path meanders off
muddy and abandoned
for a season or a lifetime
toward the wooded part of my mind
Wild and overgrown with song
in full summer it had been
Now sullen and mysterious
yet quickening again
As once more I choose
to walk upon it