Sometimes....It is not the mountains
in front of you that hinder the path....
but the mountains within you....
...
Deep inside a silent slumber
Out and beneath the uncut lumber
The ebb and flow of a divine breeze
While lying on a bed of leaves
...
I watch..in silence..as you dance for me
Your movements..fluid..like water around
the slalom of rocks
And you dance...
...
My bare steps straddle Honua Kai
With emerald greens and frothy white
That merge into one neither land nor sea
And a warm wind whispers as day welcomes night
...
The line sailed through the air in reconnaissance
and somewhat suspended above the noise of silence
depositing its' offering only to be declined
Rejection, again, and again, and again
...
Imagination's Pirouette
Applause and passion for the perfect pirouette
One hundred fold the story’s told
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The evolution of revolutions have left my line a fray
But to reverse the seasons would surely be treason
Does not the sun shine for apparent reason
... If only a way to slay the gray
...
The fallen leaves run wildly from the wind
With the two exhausting in tandem
And they rest…
Both weary from the bitter cold
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