The Dove's Nest

Honeydew patch

mild sweetness

tender flesh

bite the rind

compost the rest

loam for the next season

roots diving deep

following instincts

surviving to fit

in

part of a pattern

intricate

I reached out and was surprised by your touch

I thought you would be colder

I didn’t think you wanted to be touched in that way

You were warm and when I touched you i fealt a spark

I wake from dreams about things I shouldn’t

Short termed ugly dreams

Insulting my brain by entertaining them

Gnawing at my vanity

Uncertain of my future, so easily I revert

to feelings of the past

I was set in my own ways

doing for myself and no one else

how easily I was duped!

Will this help you?

Maybe I can

Relate to me, understand where I’m coming from

Maybe if I write and write

I can inspire you to actualize that dream you want to do.

If you can’t though you can watch my dream manifest

As words on a page

If you are reading this, then I’m successful

Rich with love

And generous with my ear

I thank you for reading this, this which I share.

My pen

sharp

as a needle

weaving through the page

threading it together 

weaving something 

useful

colorful

playful

or necessary.

Place it on you

tattoo your soul

Open heart surgery

while she’s still pumping

Not the valves or pistons though

whats inside

of it thats where 

my pen travels

Piercing 

It won’t hurt a bit.

I can see footprints in the dew They are my steps they are lighter where I was looking up and darker where I stopped to pick up a blade of grass

I lay’d down earlier When I sat up I was slightly moistened

are my eyes closed or do I see the truth? do Illusions bend to my will? perhaps my will blends with those in my proximity yes closeness. I dont need to see all the time when I’m close to something I can feel it I can only wonder if you feel the way I can

  Footprints in the hard earth

Worn with use

I’m going that way

That's the way out

And others have found this path

Who climbed this mountain?

Which way after this turn?

Go down around there to go straight

I walk past every friend I ever had

Then I quicken my step

There is a hush all around me

There is no one to talk to

I stick my hands out

and feel the textures of whatever I pass

I slow down and savor the experience

Cause when I get there I’ll have to stop

For a while at least.

When my journey is almost at an end….