With me
Like me
Like orange
Not range
Not fringe
Not forage
Nor porridge
Though all tinker with
The tongue and the ear
The elusive rhyme
The elusive me
Like me
Like orange
Not range
Not fringe
Not forage
Nor porridge
Though all tinker with
The tongue and the ear
The elusive rhyme
The elusive me
So stop
Take stock
Find firm footing
And there turn
Full face
Into all that comes
Lick the salt
Upon my lips
And savour
All strange beauty
In the bitterness
The grey between
The black and white
I lose my way
To gloom within
Then light of day
Too dim by far
The dimmest star
The light within
So then seek I
A beacon bright
To light the way
A light without
As comfortable as I am
With the window
And its pretty scene
Offering distraction
As respite
It occurs to me
Pass through the window
Come aboard
Set sail
Horizons calling
To journey beyond
I build castles on the beach
Realizing my dreams
Adventures unfolding
One bucket of sand at a time
While the boats
Tug gently at the lanyards
I’ve tied firmly to the shore
But for
A trickle of light
Filtered down
Through the depths
And for a time
On cloudless days
A streamer
Of brilliance
Reminds
A world beyond
This dreary depth
No chains
Confine me
No darkness
Destroy me
No isolation
Confound me
The light beyond
Serves to remind
The light within
Always burning
Always bright
Always connected
So that I
Am never in darkness
Am never restrained
Am never alone
I remind myself
It’s better to see
Things as they are
To see the dark
In the darkness