spring in the stars….

spirng in the stars

the stars
of winter
are brighter
than those
of summer
as if
to remind us
that
soon
the earth will have
new spring blossoms
brighter
than
those we knew
and days
warmer
than
the love
we lost

tonight…

digital decoupage cwmartin

dancing
from
star to star
no special reason
just
feel like dancing
from star
to star
jobim
makes me
forget
what’s beneath
my feet
as i dance
star to star
holding
you

not all stars are in the sky…

 

copyright cwmartin 2011

a small jar
of stars
sitting idly
on a shelf
once envied
by all
but now
homeless
never again
to adorn
the pages
of future
einsteins
or
little shakespeares
feeling
useless
and
alone
tho crammed
together like
in a city slum
peering out
the glass
upon the world
that cannot recall
the services
once
provided
and
the blood shed
for that
overpriced
latte

perfection…

waiting
for the right time
when
everything aligned
like
prophetic stars
in the night sky
so
there could be no
confusion
or
doubt
about the message
or
willingness to share
but
by that time
there
was
no one
to
listen

this dream…

is not your reality
but it is reality
i am a jaguar
moving through the jungle
of your consciousness
i am a shaman
healing the pain
within your heart
with herbs long forgot
by those
who cut the heart from the palm
and tossed it into the sky
creating the moon
the dust from its flight
formed the stars
in the night sky
my breath
created the night breeze
that gave flight
to the owl
that grasped within
its claws
the last fragment
of hope
that man
would save
this river
and the lives
along its shores
with the same mercy
shown to him
by the gods
themselves

portrait of a sleeping child…

prayers complete
deep breaths
eyelids flutter
no need for me to wait
except to stare
into the day that was
there are no fears here
no tears
just a child
resting within the arms of  love
no time but now
who shall ever believe
that such peace is real
close your eyes
recall those days
without fears
without tears
i am here
next to you
can you hear me
the nightlight’s on
gentle touch of yesterday
when love was real
got no need for what will be
just a caress of how it was
reaching for stars
a child’s embrace
do you recall the night’s touch
like a hand so small
so warm with hesitation
without bad dreams
or fears of tomorrow
walk slowly
to the doorway
as not to miss the moment
walk away
but look back
inside there is a need
not addressed
good night my friend
my love
my child
good night