Embers part II

Sifting through the ashes of burnt bridges.

I find only embers burning every night in my sleep.

That I tried so hard to extinguish before we grew too old to heal.

Embers

Embers ascend into aurora.

Hissing charcoal our last memory before dreams of shimmering green flame.

For a moment I wake.

Stars shine so cold and hard.

Remind me they are always there. It's our own light that blinds us to their existence.

In the morning perfect white ash.

Offers faint promises of resurrection that go unfulfilled.

Diver

The Orca's cry submerged in a divers memory.

To resurface into the unforgiving swell. There's never a painless time to remember.

Things lost deep. Hidden in the swaying kelp forests below.

Cheyenne

Here we go
We're almost through
Take it all and start again
And I know just where we stand

And I was lost
When we almost fell
Into empty space again
And I don't know where to land

And I can see we're almost flying

Touch the stars and burn
But we're still crying

Cheyenne

One day we'll be free again

One day we'll be free again

Icify

static sun frozen in a memory of turquoise

a glimpse of autumn icifies our arctic soul

Unrecurring Dream

In a forgotten dream we're almost flying
and barely leave footprints in the snow

We kayak past drifting ice packs
And spend an endless summer on the melting shore

Face Surreality

Reality drifts into dreams at night.
Dreams disappear into reality when I awake
and their sadness lasts until noon.

Radiate

There are those who suffer the darkness
yet their hearts are brighter than day

There are those who bathe in the sun
and yet their souls are black as night

Calling Jamaica

Calling Jamaica, come in Jamaica
I swam the Arctic and couldn't find you
I charted the northern lights and you were missing
I didn't see you in the iceberg's rainbow
The wolves whimper and sense their loss
4am ice fog says gone

Oslo

Frozen hearts burn with sorrow

Their tears fall like forgotten snowflakes

On the empty streets of Oslo