BROTHER’S BONFIRE

As I sit here by this fire

Crackling as it does

I remember lively conversations that we once shared

Me listening to the funny words

You used to bellow out

As you spoke of the goat man who walked your woods

Your intense eyes shined in the firelight

All that life and inner power

Emanated from your kind, round face

I recall that your days were often hard

Full of cold fear, and real pain

But I knew that your bonfire would set things right

As the old wood turned ashy white

We would throw our empty bottles into the flames

And watch the glass slowly melt, as we sung along to the radio

The tightness from my travels

Would unwind itself from my back and shoulders

And the vitality of your simple life would ring true in my heart

And as the flames died down

I savored my memories of the day we shared

Pleased with the outcome, and wishing that it never had to end

UNAWARE

In my periphery

Are rare and delicate moments

They pop like soap bubbles

just out of reach

All while I sleep

Dawn dashes,

And with it floats every drop of dew

Lives ignite and disintegrate

In soft shadowy corners

As I sip my morning coffee

Something on my ceiling

Is cruelly crawling

Towards a helpless plaything

And the morning shares a sidewalk

Scribed with trails of nocturnal tales

In my garden

A small form hatches

And reaches for it's first sensation

vibrations bounce between tiny minds

And tell an invisible love story