Dreams Sting So Sweet

Dreaming in the womb.

Tiny inspiration.

(photos by Francyne Kunkel www.justaddlight.com)

and these dreams

they fly through my body

with the force of the heavens

fill my veins,

beat in my chest

dance spirals up and down my vertebrae

tickle at the back of my throat

until i cry out

from that dark place in my belly

that stirs and churns

aches and moans

burning with the fever of life.

and these dreams they sway and slide

thickly through the canopy of my mind

where all is possible

everything i imagine grows wings

takes flight

painting loud colors across

night's dark sky.

and these dreams

i feel them vibrate within

filling my lungs with air

my eyes with tears,

tears that won't be told no

tears that sing of a life lived

tears that sting so sweet

as they fall deeply

under the spell of spring,

smell of spring

always unexpected

ever welcome.

how beautiful it is to be alive,

how beautiful it is to dream.

I Walk In Beauty

Idanha-a-Nova, Portugal

Monsanto, Portugal

Lilies, Idanha-a-Nova, Springtime

I walk in beauty.
Every syllable that dared
escape these lips,
filters through
this willing body,
some sweet as wine
others bitter with the
heavy taste of earth.
An invisible hand
gently placed
on shoulder
bare and
brushed
lightly by the grace
of sol.
I walk in beauty.
Following the texture
of ancient stones
caressing my feet,
every step
a future past
framed by
billowing clouds
to the East;
to the North
a hole where
rain breaks free
descending from blackness
bestowing the gift
of fertile color
upon the land
in vibrant greens,
a thousand shades,
teased by purple
yellow
white.
I walk in beauty.

(May 2008)