captured by the wind

captured by the wind
in a moment of weakness
my thoughts flood the world
for a second
as space takes a new shape
when we close our eyes
connected by heart
by soul
by love
and by words

we are closer than the
ink to the paper
but further apart then stars and the moons
above
we can kiss all night
but reality will
separate even lovers
as morning comes

blown in different directions
we always come back
to be as close as only we can be
like the leaves blown off the trees
circling the sky
landing softly
in each others arms

Little Hour

little hour
go to sleep
be sure your dreams
to keep

in the dark
you can rest
I'll let the ticking
go on in my chest

be true
be wise
let your sleep
be nice

I do not sleep

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

Found this beautiful poem, thought you might want to read it.
Don't know who wrote it, but it speaks to me...

Rain

I love watching the rain rush
towards the ground
the air gets a fresh
smell
and nature brings the dirt
back to the soil

Nailed to the bottom of the wells that are your eyes

Ink
Black and massive
Stained my soul

Memories of what never
Took place

Smiles that never reached
The lips

The stains of black ink
Found its way
Everywhere
And made life dark

If there's no beginning
Can there be an end?

By the waters edge

Rays on the floor
The door is left open
The suns warmth
Hiding beneath the slight breeze
As the rays
Dance across the floor
For what seems like forever

I wish I was dust in the air
So light never touching the floor
So forever and more

I can hear the wind
In the leafless trees
The sun kisses the grass once again
I wish I was there
By the waters edge
Looking into the deep
Cold masses
Maybe wet my feet
Maybe see myself
The reflections
Of a woman

There is a fire
Somewhere far away
The flames burn me
Just to make a point

There is no language
Everybody understands
But pain

I wish I was there
Body of water
Ontop of me
Pressed against the sand
Nothing is more real
Than when you start
Counting the
Seconds remaining

Changing season

Pink pink
Blue skies
Clouds and birds
Rain

Walk
Fishing for light
In the deep
Green under feet

In Depth Look

I can give you what is easy
What is without substance

I can show you how
To survive

A day by day trick
So we all can live
One more day
In a numb comatose world

I can give you what is easy
What is empty and shallow

Can you fill it
This empty shell
Can you become more
With depth and truth
Inside out
Create yourself
To be true
To you

In The River

River of emotions
Flowing through my head

A smile on my face
Over and over again
Like an old record
Repeats itself every time
I think of you

Basement Of Your Mind

Torn to pieces
Forgotten in the
Basement of
Your mind
Never to be
Looked on again

Empty
Drained
Lost in silence

Don't open my eyes
My vision is out of focus
And makes me see the worst
In everything

Little By Little

Locked in a second
Right beside truth
Is life

Little by little
You can see
That this is
Nothing but
You

The Walk

Patterns in the snow
Leads me home

Movments in the
Corner of the eye
Calling for
Attention

The birds are asleep
On the roof

Keeping us safe
In our dazed
Existance

The land lays frozen
Silently waiting
For the change
To come

Inside Hope

Minutes
Hours
Days and nights

Below the sky
Inside hope
The little ones play

Winter Coma

A nothingness of the night
Cold and unforgiving
Fills the air
Ruins the calm winter

Gray days after black nights
Never does it wake you up
A mindless season
Draining every part of you

Winds confusing the soul
Eyes closed
Moments going by
In great speed

Holy hours
Before the morning comes
When the normal sleep
The storm grows wild

Like the drunk and like the mad
Like the wise that never had

As the morning light
Forgotten before it's over

So we live
As if we were in utero
Warm in our homes
Brain not yet activated