Sparrows Wheel

You plant ideas in winter-
when the cool chill of contemplation
keeps them glowing in you
Wrapped up in blankets
you slip within the soil
and wait. Spring’s flowered clock ticks forward.
Insurrectionist towers of liquid light
nod in a gentle green air. There are miniature cities
of grace and fluidities, leaning every which where.
These are your songs-your talking, walking children
They wear the mask of flowers
but they are feral, seeking company
They glow golden sunlight’s filtered flavors
into a pot-pourri of aromas. Bees know. Butterflies too.
They alight, hitch hikers, in temporary happiness
that you have made yourself a garden new and renewed
You have planted seeds of feelings among us
Now they bloom! The richness of your harvest sings them in
And this garden will never be the same again!
FOR ALL WILDE FLOWERS GREEN! May 1, 2008

Thom the World Poet

Photo by Bill Giebitz

You walk the way to the setting sun
I walk the way to where the day’s begun
You walk all day to the painting of the night
I walk the dark to the dawning of the light

Someday we’ll meet again
Someday our masks will fall
Someday maybe my friend
Someday we’ll make sense of it all

Thunder’s song and yesterday’s rain
Have come and gone upon the wind
Nighttime sings of morning’s pain
Awake I dance the dream begins

Someday

You wear my love
like a candle wears a flame
like your eyes wear the light
like mist surrounds the rain
like stars wear the night
like an eagle wears the wind
like a rose wears the due
like sweat upon your skin
like the sky wears blue
like the sky

Someday we’ll meet again
Someday our masks will fall
Someday maybe my friend
Someday we’ll make sense of it all

Barbara Kooyman

Opening lyric on the forthcoming album Ghosts & Sparrows ~ Relative Truth

Ancient rite
of butterfly migrants

Temporary as transcience
Flipping over borders

Stopping in your green gardens
Knowing they are supported

All they want to do is fly
away from harm

Forests burn behind them
Home is homelessnest

You made a space for them
Welcomed their winged souls in

And they will flip away again
Knowing ancient rituals are knew again
RENEWED IN GREEN April 24, 2008

Thom The World Poet

Photo by Bill Giebitz