“she collects pieces of quiet beauty that remain invisible to the rest of the world. While most people walk the streets unconsciously plucking them from their foundation of life, tossing them off to the side like trash, – she rescues a small piece, thus saving the whole from a fate of complete invisibility. sometimes a reminder of where she’s been; often reminiscent of a time when her soul smiled – but always a testament to her inherent ability to find beauty in places that others take for granted.”

If the stars came crashing down in a spiral of unexpected bliss, would you follow your dreams until the moment arrives where your dreams could no longer fly? Would you gather the shattered pieces as they crashed to the painted ground in an effort to define their mortality? Or would you allow them to fall and show their greatness to all people from the inside out and between the light?

I think you would.

You’d watch them falling in admiration. You’d cradle the pieces in comfort for one last moment of happiness before the final destination of destruction…

But is it truly destruction? If the stars never fell, how would we see their beauty streaking across the night’s sky? How would we know they are alive if they never fell from grace?

Sometimes things must be broken in order to see their true beauty. It’s not always bad to be broken. Sometimes it’s what saves us.

Sometimes.

stand next to me.
i want to breathe in silence of thought.
walk with me.
i want to move seamlessly across the earth.
sit in silence with me.
i want to believe.
stare out into the sea; across the ocean with me.
i want to exist in the company of solitude.

a kitchen table; some fine wine
a conversation is how i wish to dine
but ideas fall on deaf ears
recycled into walls while my thoughts bounce down the halls
like basketballs waiting for a chance to pass –
dreams turn to fears, i need to switch gears
wondering how long i can last in this place
i don’t even feel like i have my own space
almost a decade and the walls are bare
cant seem to be comfortable anywhere
simplicity speaks but has no wings, no feet, no substance –
i scream defeat
dedicated – i relate it to the dreams in my mind
while i’m walking up the path you never thought i would find
still these empty walls, they echo dreams
of conversation by any means

It’s just a piece of paper.
But I notice that your walls have all fallen —
I see through the pain of a faded smile,
through lips that rest in wait of breath;
a tool to deliver messages
of soft-spoken compassion.

I don’t exist in that moment —
It’s just a piece of paper.
But the light from your brilliant eyes
still emanates from the source
and draws attention to the core;
You can’t hide your beauty

Even through a piece of paper
silent lips and silent eyes…
I see beneath the pain
to a world of beauty full of life.
Don’t you see?
don’t you see…

Treasures scattered far and wide,
Through the sandy shore;
Solitude becomes the tide,
Bringing peace once more.

A perfect place for you to hide,
Dissolve into the Blue;
Your soul as deep as hers is wide,
The ocean welcomes you.

Clouds of mist from the rain;
a jungle of thorny nettle.
The trees are thin and died long ago,
broken off at 6 feet,
Walking through, stomping with heavy feet:
an earthquake to the carpenter ants scurrying along their way.
I can’t avoid stepping on them, they’re everywhere.
No doubt, I left some unintentional carnage behind.
Doesn’t everyone?

He sits before a tangled road;
a trampled path so trodden.
leaves have all grown black and dead –
lost and long forgotten.

Beyond the blackened entry way
sit faith and premonition.
angel’s breath does block the sound
of failed destination.

Once he sat before this path
so many years before;
leaves were proudly dancing green
and paved the way with Lore.

Angels filled the sky above
with wings so pure and grand.
he wished for peace to find him soon;
for love to take his hand.

‘Twas no surprise to him, you see,
for faith had led him there.
the angels sought to bring him love,
but said he must beware.

God so gave this man a choice:
“watch the angels fly;
let them be the ones to choose,
and none will pass ye by.”

He showed the man a life of love;
the happiness he craved.
every dream had been fulfilled –
he lived a life unscathed.

“But Angels are the hands of God
and if you pull one down,
I’ll seal the path I’ve shown to you
without so much a sound.”