Monday, January 31, 2011

[faded brights]

still, yet so fast;
the colors fade into lighter thoughts of themselves-
pastels
held, and yet so swift become what holds
this place together-
the weather,
drifting time into time;
i am traveling over the colors
and fading into a lighter thought of myself-
laughter
and love hold me together; my colors stronger
and better,
drifting down through time
travelling over and over and living like no other.~

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

tangerine

The sky here is still. From here, the ground is busy, the earth blurred with nonsense and unsettled souls but above it all the sky is still. I look up and can not find an end. I look up and know no other certainty but that eventually the color will extract from this view, the sun will pass and another day will work its way into the world (God willing).

God willing I'm still here. And I am still with the sky. No matter how fast I go on the freeway, above it all is pause.