Loud Are the Voices

"Surf and foam A single grain Pushed, lifted Carried, placed Ebb, flow Each with purpose Tread lightly For often the sand is hot And here or there a gull will pass The breeze will blow A spray, a call..."

"Windswept field Golden grain And a child, small Alone She stops, reflects While air moves around her And deep within she wonders "Will there ever be a time In this life In my life When I am not to bla..."

"Sunlight bathes Sadness and smiles Cool breeze wraps The pure and depraved Trees give shade To both sides of the hunt When children walk On bruising ground Their feet, their hearts Soft and blue Then..."

"Not a sound Bird nor breeze Could it be that I'm alone? Mountain top Balsam and pine Are these my steps, Granola bar crunches Drowning out the silence? When the sound of life is drained away..."

"Floating silence All is still, but me Hurtling endlessly Plummeting toward nothing Falling from nowhere I don't know what sent me My form travelling the void Released me to tumble In emptiness Am I ..."

"When is life so true As in the lines of a poem? While volumes of prose Seem no more than a tome. Is there a more vibrant Glance at within? Like eternity dancing On the head of a pin. While fleeting ..."