Pacific Blue

Alone with the colors of life
in her hands, she sits enthralled,
as nature paints an ever-changing picture before her.

As daystar descends towards water's gloom;
pastel skies darken to shades suppressed,
silhouetted pods of whale sound in dismay,
seabirds dip wings in evening flight,
wave's roar distanced as gravity pulls,
wind gusts peak then subside.

Dusk arrives; heralds the night.
In defiance, the heavens flame
then darken to pacific blue.

Neptune's Song

Hear his song
Feel it's power
A rythmic silent roar
that speaks not to intellect
but to the basic inner core

Mighty Neptune!
Your song overpowers my strength of mind
Waves of white capped fury
Call in tumultuous voices
with caressing words of joy.
I hide from these chaotic whispers
for they entice me   invite me
to join them in the serenity of the deep

Your storms; violently peaceful
Thunder trembles my species memories
as it rumbles from past to now

Gray clouds of longing reflect rainbows
off your watery grave
The minions, that exist in your liquid domain,
dance to your forgotten song.
Their laughter fills me with wonder
as basic wants become driving needs
To frolic in blue/green ambivalence
and to step from wave to wave

The deep offers equilibrium
as mental stress dissolves.
To be free of emotional imbalance
let my vessel float away

I fear to visit your shoreline,
a place always enjoyed,
for the whispers
become shouts of encouragement

Your thunder demands I stay.

Someday I will delight in
the bouyancy of indifference
swim freely in the whale road of time

To your shores I will come, Neptune.
My carriage will be ashed by cremation
but my spirit will be whole.

Mind Weepage

Don't touch the perfect forever

then let it slip away

thinking that another perfect

may come by again...someday

Grasp and hold what pleases

never let it slide

for that perfect forever

may be right at your side

Child

She suffers; in silent surrender,
with hope there will be a time
her distructive child will realize
his abuse will cause her demise.

She has given her all...and then some
her stamina depleted; gone.
Grown fragile and disfigured from blows
by the hand of this 'superior' child.

Unable to replenish her resources
as the life force, her essence, ebbs.

She is our mother, the Earth, our future.
We are Human, the child, her end...

© D Coon 02/2007