Word of the month, window to the soul

This month was rather dramatic.  My dad, who I have a word of the month poetry exchange with, nearly died.  In fact, he should be dead according to the doctors- but he isn't.  Despite 2 weeks in the hospital, one of them so out he can't remember it, my dad finished his poem on time.  Now here's mine- only just squeaking in.  I really like this, I hope you do to!  (there may be more tinkering later, of course!)

Eyes


In your eyes, like mountain skies
and midnight lakes when the old moon dies
as lashes lift, between their bars
glow the radiant evening stars

And in between the galaxies
sits a girl by a wild oak tree
old dreams blow through dark brown hair
over fields of green, that surround them there

Dancing through the autumn breeze
fly warm summer's memories
turning over, tumbling round-
within the witching wind I found:

A silver sliver of a laughing child
the tears of a willow, a heart beguiled
a tangle of words left unsaid
boat sails a'billow, a story re-read

Above the wind, the girl, the tree
the stars multiplied in mad revelry
when burning light they meet the sun-
they paused and stopped time's rampant run

Your eyes, so wide, so full, so free
with one look have halted me
and though time may resume it's run
your stars will ever be chased by my sun.

Short and Salty?

So these are all short and more impressions than weighty meaty things.  But some of them feel heavy anyway.  As always- let me know what you think :)


Forest Fire

The forest is blazing
in swaths of blood and gold
the glowing embers glint
sizzling through violent winds
and soon only the silhouettes
of the Ash trees will survive,
smoldering into the cold night.

Sunrise
How did you come from the dark abyss,
how did you rise from the gloom?
Did the cloud shrouded stars
birth golden rays
with which to hide the moon?

How did you come from the empty spaces,
how did you rise from the cold?
Did the yawning chasm
shut with a snap
that sparked the fiery noon?

Morning
The sun rose slowly over her, sleeping-
Hair full of chlorine and adventures
Lips trembling with heights and hopes
And when her eyes opened, slowly
They shone with the light of a star,
Fallen on seas shimmering with ice and laughter.

Amber
Words drip slowly over moments
capturing beauty, banishing breath
preserving fragile husks of instants
lost in the long walk of time

Loneliness
We are never less alone than in loneliness
when the collective consciousness
presses it's hands to our hearts
and we gasp at the multitudinous solitude,
our isolation multiplied by the thousand single faces
that look out, together, at the world- on our own.

Manners
Hope is the human condition-
when you loose it,
politely excuse yourself
from the room.