Always

Love there is and will be --
breezy voice of the sea
sings songs that thou
mayst peaceful be;
that rocks may hold fast
through breaking waves,
outlasting cool hearts
and scheming knaves;
water's arms reaching out
not to crush thee, but to buoy
and transport thee
to fields of joy.

Sweet Air

Sky bruised
purple-gray,
awaiting release
of all its pain --
cleansing rain. 
Wind rustling
treetops green,
leaves belly-up with 
silvery sheen;
air thinning,
fragrance keen,
"Sturm und Drang" serene.

Intersection

Synchronicity perplexing,

astounding me no end,

proximity and timing pure --

no circumstance need bend.

By Misty Chariot

Drifting souls . . . . .

They "toast" to their dreams

and drink the sun,

floating on fog,

misty chariot

borne aloft

by the wind . . .

here yesterday,

gone today,

and back again,

perhaps,

tomorrow.

Raison d'Etre

Maybe . . .

when the wind blows

the words will scatter

and someone strolling

on a balmy summer day

will bend over

to pick some up,

turning them over,

looking for patterns

and lines

significant,

not satisfied

until he finds their true

raison d'etre.