If freedom 
had a
feeling then 
alone would 
be it
the silence 
that comes 
and stays 
and isn’t 
scared away 

I write 
what’s in
my heart 
the things 
that my
mind tells 
me not 
to say 

Sometimes a taste 
of heaven is
all you get
but those few
drops are enough 
to find their 
way to the 
seedlings of happiness 
making the forest 
of ever after 
alive and well 
never discount rain 
for it comes 

Lamps and 
yellow light 
bathe darkness 
as heat
kicks on
and I 
on autopilot 
land safely 
like a 
lumbering giant 
with an
oof in
front of 
kitchen sink 
to start 
making coffee 
and day

These late mornings 
when the sun
like some hesitant
child is coaxed
to get up
finally sleepily stumbles 
down the corridor 
of tall buildings 
and eventually lands
upon the table 
known as mountains 
where it finds 
a breakfast of 
clouds and sky