HIGH TIMES

laughing, leaping, rolling, singing, swimming, falling

rushing, rushing, rushing on

feet flying over ground, rock, stream, log

streaming over moss, darting and twirling

feel the breath in your lungs, against your sides

sweat-slick, panting, teeth-bared

always, always, always - forever

these high times never end. 

SPACES IN BETWEEN

Sparks of life,
energy swirling everywhere.
So much color!
So much everything.

A wonder too large to encompass,
it fills the mind and soul,
setting you adrift into an endless void.

Beauty, chaos, order, life, love, death, hope.
It's all here, fitted into the tiniest of spaces.
All you have to do is look.

A LIFE WORTH LIVING

Your heart is empty and pained,
nothing ever seems quite worth it,
yet you still try, spurred by a spark of hope.

There is something out there. Something...
just beyond your reach.
You can almost feel it; see it.

Keep going -- just keep trying.
You can do it.

HEX

Be careful what you ask for - or you just may get it.

SEER

She looks into their eyes and sees the truth of them
it pulses like the fluttering glow of fireflies.

ADDER

The snake rears its head and hisses, fangs extended and ready to bite.
She hisses back - and bites first.

ROSEGRAVE

Their bodies lay deeply buried, nestled amongst the roots - feeding them.
Their flesh falls away and nourishes the earth.
Worms come, and leave rich loam behind in their wake - ready for planting.
Seeds sprout and tender vines bloom; red and white - flesh and bone.
The cycle continues.

ESCORT

True love, but only for an evening. It's sweet, poignant, caress is made all the sweeter for its short existence.
Passion and envy, a lover's sweet kiss - and then on to the next.

BEEKEEPER

Their heady, humming, buzz fills the air until it vibrates in the hazy summer heat.
Her eyes droop, heavy, lulled by the succulent sweet perfume of honey and flowers.
It all draws together, until she is nothing, and no one, merely a vessel for their bidding.

She hums along with them, and drifts off into dreams.

THREADS OF THUNDER

Across the plains, great herds of acha race across the earth.
thunder
The thrill of the hunt; his heart pounds in his chest and between his ears.
Thunder
Far away, the earth shakes and groans and great chunks of the world are churned apart.
Thunder
Waves crash on the shore as seagulls scream their fury overhead.
Thunder
It all merges together, each noise, each bit of chaos and creation, pulsing threads of thunder - of life.

CLARITY


I seek clarity in the chaos,
a stillness in the storm;
a moment of peace in the madness,
a place to call my own.

I long for the light to shine through,
to break through the clouds;
to see the world as it truly is,
without all the shrouds.

I need to find my way back home,
to the place where I belong;
to the person I was meant to be,
before the world went wrong.

HOUR OF THE WOLF

A moon as full and round as a pumpkin fills the sky as the first, and largest, among them raises their head.
Its mouth parts, and a pure, sweet, note of longing, love, pain, and hope fills the air. It's beautiful.
He raises his head with the others and joins in on the song.

HALO

The full moon glows pink-orange, casting a perfect halo of light upon her small form buried in leaf-litter and moss. She stirs, and dreams of stars and ancient things - secrets of the night that fill her with peace and longing at the same time.

STARBOUND

The bright star guides her, twinkling gently at her as she races across the earth, her hooves hardly touching the ground.
She can hear her own heartbeat, her breath huffing out from her lungs and through her nose, the whipping of her mane in the breeze.
The night itself is a part of her as she moves through it like a fish through water - effortless and full of grace.
Everything before this, and everything after, was made to exist for this moment.
Beneath the stars - she is free.

RAINSONG

The night stirs with restless whispers,
As clouds gather overhead.
It starts off almost gently,
But quickly the sky darkens, full of intense promise.

Suddenly the night shatters with a boom!
Light streaks across the black like angry raking fingers.
The wind shrieks its malcontent,
Chasing small and large alike to warmer havens.

It falls in fat drops, glistening more precious than silver.
The ground drinks it down in hungry gulps,
The cacti sigh in rigid relief
As streams cut into the sand and run their way.

Tiny frogs join in the chorus,
Their throats working in joyous double-time.
Somewhere in the distance a coyote howls,
His notes sonorous and free.

Slowly the world quietens.
The sky has spent its burden,
And the wind has tuckered itself out.
The sun begins to rise gently through the clouds.

A bird chirps tentatively and streaks across the sky,
Signaling the beginning of a new day.
The rainsong has ended.