Now before us,
this lucid dream,
frozen infinite meme.

Time not yet passed,
and weight of knowing,
grows further distant.

Try to grasp,
the moment's past,
this mist of destiny.

No fate allows,
for delicate balance,
of darkness or light,
only that which pierces,
our plight of reality.

In another's dream,
they shall seek,
to know a life,
eternally.

Mysterious haze,
lingers their minds,
at the edge of the highest peak.

A grand play,
forever and a day,
is just the beginning,
of their new shinny Bastille.

Leave them be for eternity,
– NOT.

Let them again,
breath the realm of life,
and seek a people whom,
they can be held,
before they once again,
plug back into their games.

One day, Mother Nature and Father Time were walking hand in hand through the lush forest when they came upon a large swimming pool.

Father Time looked over the serene crystal clear blue water and couldn't resist. He sprung forward into the air as if he were an Olympic diver bouncing off the proverbial diving board. On the way down from his 1, 000 foot leap into the air, Father Time noticed something reaching out over the beautiful blue water below. It was the branch of a tree, perfectly placed in the path of his descent. An unpleasant thought ran through his mind, I’m going to die.

Father Time had but one choice, to make that wish, the one wish he was given so long ago. He thought hard, and he thought fast. “Wings, I wish for wings!” he yelled at the top of his rusty old lungs. Poof, wings appeared, and he thrust down his new wings with immense precision, allowing him to just miss the tree branch.

His new wings had fascinated him more than the crystal clear blue water resting in the pool below, so he decided to fly over to his dream girl instead. Upon landing on the lush grass next to her, he said, “Look at my new wings, aren’t they magnificent?” He stood there proud, as if he were a young man again, rejuvenated to his youth, but he still looked ancient, sporting his new godlike wings.

She took his hand, and they began to walk toward the pool, “Yes F.T., your new wings look dashing on you.” By this time, they were at the water’s edge. Mother Nature gasped with a look of fear in her eyes, and pointed behind her love. Father Time suddenly became concerned, and slowly turned his head in the direction she had pointed.

While he wasn’t looking, she fell back into the pool, making the sound of a refreshing splash. Then he heard it, that all familiar tease of giggling. She had tricked him again. “Mother Nature!” He turned to her, smiled, then with a wild look in his eyes he jumped into the pool next to her. They laughed, swam and played together for a time.

Later at the poolside, they kicked their feet in the warm comforting water, then looked into each other’s eyes. Father Time couldn't wait any longer, he had to know. “My love, did you put that branch in my way?”

She looked at him with her big beautiful brown eyes, and said, “Dear, every year that we come here, you spring forward, like a young lion.” She looks out of the corner of her eyes, then back to his. “Every year since, my love, I tease you, and while you’re not looking, I fall back into the water.”
Mother Nature knew the secrets of the fountain of youth. If she could, she would share them with her love, but if she did, they would, over time, become as mortals, and eventually die. So every year upon touching the waters of life, she is given a choice. To grow one year younger and preserve her exquisite beauty, or give a single wish to anyone in the world. The bearer of that one wish must not touch the life-giving water. If they do, they will surely die. Once the choice is made, a year must pass before another can be given. As she thought of the rules of this blessed curse, she shed a tear. He wiped the tear from her cheek, smiled, then said, “I love you too.”

Through the window,
through the trees,
through the skies and galaxies,
lyes a place with no race,
only that of beauty.

a writer writes
a reader reads
an explorer discovers what they need
life is a story that must be written, read & explored - thoroughly

Forbidden,
the glance I had stolen.

Warned,
by the ancients not to take.

Too heavy to rise or roll,
sun now lie to my right and moon my left,
an infinite cliff on either side.

Mere shadow of the glimpse once taken,
now sways in the wind before me.

And faint ocean waves crash in the distance,
a thousand feet below.

-.-. --- -. -.-. . .. ...- . -.. /  .-.. --- -. --. /  .- --. --- --..--  /
... --- ..- --. .... - /  -... -.-- /  -... .-. . .- - .... /  -.. .. ...- .. -. .  /
-... . .- - ... /  .-. .... -.-- - .... -- --..--  /
.- -.-. .-. --- ... ... /  .- -. -.-. .. . -. - /  .-- --- .-. .-.. -.. ...  /
-... .- .-.. .- -. -.-. .. -. --. /  .... . .- .-. - /  .- -. -.. /  -- .. -. -.. .-.-.-

Seed of light
Conceived long ago,
Sought by breath divine
Beats rhythm,
Across ancient worlds
Balancing heart and mind.

Eagle rests upon the crest of majesty,
 takes flight into destiny...

Flag unfurled far above,
 the ancient hands saluting...

Fresh baked apple pie on window ledge,
 draws a gathering of family...

Longed for home on distant land,
 breathes a soldier's memory...

Golden rays of sunlight rest,
upon my auburn beauty.

A pillar of mystery,
she sways in youthful breeze.

Her roots run deep into my world,
an enchanting legacy she leaves.

Ancient candle lit.
Dust brushed from book.

Remanent memories linger,
as I turn the page.

Light of moon shines through,
the window of my mind
-- as I watch the rustling of leaves.

Thousands of feet from far above and further beyond come the weeds,
whistling reeds and bewildering thistles to greet me.

Providing a mysterious labrynth of distractions to entice,
my time be spent on the later.

Retaining focus for my scribe need be blessed,
for lost I shall become without your light.

Keep me true to the prose,
that once sparked muses tender. Remain my mind on what hath brought the sender.

Deep within lingering mist,
lie destiny untarnished.

Sought ever in dream,
night and day.

Breath of lore,
ancient desire.