Afloat

you died at the cusp of midnight
but no one knows for sure
the exact minute of departure
you carried your own sword

the sweat from life still dripping
down skin that kept you here
a shell around the broken
bones that never really healed

a voice that sang for the world
echoing truths in ancient air
singing intricate melodies
to words that carried fear

they carried love and anger
pain filled notes dance in black
dotted paper trails
lyrics of loss traced your tracks

giving your all to all, we followed
till your breath’s untimely end
yet we still follow to this day
since we haven’t found your end

woven like exotic tapestry
you weaved lives in decades’ time
as from restless times come beauty
painted true colors by your design

you died at the cusp of midnight
alone — so one would think,
yet souls of millions buoyed by you,
and your music won’t let us sink

afloat we travel onward
lightened by your light
never to be dimmed, nor
succumbed to endless night

~ Em C.

5.16.18

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Peach Suns

when all is left are peach suns

setting on water’s bed

when stars unsettled

sparkle, messages unread

when words fail and thoughts

rail, beating drum inside

your head,

when names fade, and smiles

die, dispatched along time’s map

when efforts fall short

stuck type writer keys

letters never stamped

when clock stops

the phone won’t ring, and

i love yous hang

in vacant space

when lips mouth heart’s oath

muttered under stale breath

when reconciliation hurts

more than distance kept

when silence heals

the broken space deep

within cracked chest

when knowledge of self comes

when everyone is gone

when only you can fix what ails

no one else can take that on

when all is left are peach suns

giving way to dark’s ascent

when stars kindle in morse code

look for your map within

~ Em C.

5.15.18

Unreachable

fading into forever
nothing left behind
all the worries wither
reaching far to feel fine
all your calls unanswered
the letters in the box
forgotten whispers flitter
figments fractured by our dark
days that turned to nights
nights that never end
until i found my road
beyond the road’s last bend
where no signs point to me
where maps fail to lead
to places i find solace
in solace’s gentle bed
fading into forever
for now is far too raw
safe in my own embrace
the only arms i trust
away from words too sweet
the lies of mouths that gush
the truest sign of fraud
the ones who glitter gold
give me souls dirty,
ripped, torn, and dull
the ones that hide away
the ones i stumble upon
humble in their countenance
unafraid to show deep scars
i’ll trust the gritty any day
over polished fake facades
find me gone forever
from the world i thought i knew
from what once lured me
i’ll slip into the unreachable

~ Em C.

4.22.18

The Invisible Tide

stepping stone stars

hopping to and from

chasing ‘round Mars

bottling the sun
.
charting swirling galaxies

mapping all the dark

spreading out our blanket

picnicking on rock
.
eye spy long lost births

a blink erases time

dust writes ancient messages

on sky’s canvas framed by night
.
only hearing heartbeat

deafening cold vacuum

reading a language we created

scrawled in red sand dunes
.
kiss the sunrise with me

savor moon’s dessert

burrow in alien mountains

run with me through cosmos
.
never turning back

better on the outside

unchained from the moor

sailing the invisible tide
.

~ Em C.

4.19.18

Giants by the Sea

Giants by the sea
     sitting reverently

Two gazes called
     ‘cross ocean deep

To distant rock giants 
     carving razor edge

Capped by cotton collar
     oncoming night’s bed

Currents carry love afar
     creatures whisper notes

Messages largely unheard
     by walking shore bound folks

Time stops a moment
     breeze speaks sun’s secrets

Giants sniff salty air
     no words necessary

~ Em C.

4.10.18

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I couldn’t resist taking some photos from my viewpoint of a man and his Great Dane enjoying the sunset together.

The way the dog was happily observing people, the birds and who knows, maybe even the ocean and sunset, too…was entirely sweet to observe. And the love of his human…if only we could all love one another so purely.

A giant creature, and his giant human. A beautiful moment.

Blooming Beauty on the Hill

blooming  beauty on the hill
dropping pink taffeta tears
that tell your winter story
year after endless years

ringing round your core
a tender bed beckoning
the barefoot, the child, the reader 
the writer with poised pen

arms upon which lithely grow
new leaves glossy green
for tempest sky they reach
ever bearing winds

bracing bitter cold
shaking off the rain
cascading creviced folds
drawing strength out of pain

all-the-while steady
deepest roots withstand
hurricane force seasons
from sun to broken branches

this soul has withstood
a life of fickle seasons, yet
somehow still worships the sun
while embracing heavy rains

these feet cannot pass
without paying respect
an altar to arboreal gods
who shall forever
outlive
us

~ Em C.

4.6.18

**stopped me on my tracks while on my walk today**