I Am A Lonely

I am a lonely

Light a brilliant blast of cold shining not hot not warm like a summer kiss cold like the edge of a freshly sharpened knife like the edge of yon tongue like teeth in apple skin sharp

I am a definitive something

I am a definite me

Natural Affection

And like the moon loves the sea and pull  pleads and wolf weeps

Don't go

And like the clouds  love the sky that soars blue and down falls that growl roils, and fog crawls that rise flies and cries

Again and again

Like the sea loves the wind and dance rages with each breath misting lifting praising wings gifted cursing tear drops exclaiming

Take me with you

Like the green earth loves the sun that sways and thrums and hums with life that bask smiles and bloom beams

Stay with me

And like the trees love the heavens that rain drink  and wind praise that green stretch and stretch and grow flex and go up and up forever hoping to reach. Forever.

I love you.

Season-ed

Autumn laughed as she shot Summer flying by from the wind swept sky
Winter wept six-sided tears as she fell into Spring and drowned
Spring smiled summer beauty blowing pollenated kisses to season the earth.

Hollow Bones

There was whispered sweet singing, hollow boned birdies
Flitting forth from softly parted lips
With wings too weak and hearts too frail
The fragile birds break
Like promises spoken by crossed fingers
Hollow bones shattering at bare feet
Broken bones like knives, carving vermillion roads
Like lies cutting deeper than anyone intended

The Key to the Sun - Fin

The wind was furious, howling and whipping the clouds into a dark gray fury, as it soared up, up through the air. The sky hid nervously behind the clouds watching the wind, waiting for it to calm.

An angry cloud saw a small boy swirling, spinning, round and round, and up and up on the wind towards the sky. It looked as if the boy were trying to swim through the air after a small glowing key. The cloud glared angrily down and readied a lightning bolt to fling at the small intruder. When the wind sped by smashing the cloud directly in the nose.

The cloud promptly began to weep and all across the sky clouds began to blubber and squall as the wind lay about him with unabashed energy.

It began to rain.

Some clouds didn't cry but instead, in a fury, began to fling lightning bolts at the wind. The wind began to scream as he surged about trying to escape the clouds fury.

The sky watched with growing anger as the clouds and wind battled furiously around him.

Oco found himself sitting, dazed and dizzy, on the back of a weeping cloud. He looked about himself and nervously out at the storm raging around him. He saw the key to the sun sinking slowly over the edge of the cloud and quickly crawled over and snatched it up. At the edge of the cloud he looked down at the rain soaked forest below him and at the area around him. Then he saw it. The soaring tree, swaying amidst the clouds and raging storm.

He knew that's where he needed to go to reach the sky. Here he couldn't see the sky. There were to many clouds glowering around him. Oco's eyes narrowed in determination and clutching the key tightly in one hand. He made a running jump for the nearest cloud. He landed on the next cloud with a soft 'thwump' and crawled through the soggy fluff to the top to pick his next jump. He was interrupted when the cloud, realizing it had a passenger began to buck and roil turning and knocking Oco off his feet and rolling him off the edge into open air.

Oco let out a startled cry and flung the key, now a glowing grappling hook, at the cloud, still clutching one end of the glowing light like rope in his hand. It connected and gripped the roiling cloud halting his fall. The cloud sparked in anger as it attempted to shake the small boy from its folds. Oco tried to climb the rope but could only manage to hold on as the angry cloud continued to roil.

The sky had had enough, pushing the squabbling clouds out of its way just in time to make out a small boy clinging to the edge of a roiling cloud by a glowing grapple...the key, the key to the sun. In sudden excitement and urgency the sky pushed forward. Shoving even harder at the clouds it took a deep breathe and thundered. "Stop!"

Thunder boomed across the sky.

The clouds stopped, startled. The wind stopped its screaming race across the sky and looked at the sky questioningly. "What is it?"

The sky swept aside some offending clouds and pointed. "Look. It's a boy, and he has the key, the key to the sun."

The wind calmed.

Oco looked around in surprise. The clouds still glowered but they were still. He quickly climbed the rope and looked towards the soaring tree. The clouds lay about, swept across the sky in an easy path to the tree. Oco ran.

The sky watched. The wind held its breath. They both stared at the little boy running across the surprised clouds. When the boy reached the tree. He stopped before jumping onto one of the trees massive branches and began to climb. The wind nudged the sky. "Go, go get the key. And don't drop it this time."

At the top of the tree the clouds parted to reveal the soft blue sky behind. Oco looked at the key in his hand wondering what to do next. The sky stepped down onto the top of the tree.
Oco jumped, startled and nearly fell as a man in flowing blue and white robes stepped out of thin air onto the tree top next to him. His robes seemed to blend and fade into the blue of the sky behind him and his eyes and face were as clear and soft as a new morning.

Oco felt himself relax before this peaceful yet mysterious figure. He noticed that the blue man had a hand held out, waiting. Oco looked at the key, which was again the glowing orb of liquid light as when he had first found it. He reached out slowly and set it gently in the outstretched hand. The man bowed smoothly and stepped back into the air, fading. "What a relief."

The wind sighed.

Oco's hat end trailed in the softly blowing breeze. His hair peeking from beneath his hat rim as it tried to catch a glimpse of what was going on.

The sky reached out to the horizon and with the key to the sun, he unlocked and swung open the doors.

The sun slowly stepped out into the sky. At first only thin shafts of light danced forth from behind the opening doors, but slowly in regal splendor the sun stretched and its shining rays broke forth spreading across the sky in refracting brilliance. The clouds tears were gently wiped away as blushes of red, pink and soft oranges caressed their cheeks. Their gray frowns were changed to white wonderment at the beauty of the waking sun.

Far below birds began to sing.

White light, broke into a thousand colors as the sun yawned and opened its eyes. it smiled and flung its blanket from its shoulders. A rainbow, bouncing off clouds and rolling down to the earth below.

Oco's eye's shone with the beauty of the rising sun and breathed in wonder at the rainbow, so close he could almost touch it. He laughed as the wind playfully tugged at his clothes and then gasped in horror as the wind suddenly shoved him from the soaring tree out into the open air but his rising scream turned again to laughter as he landed, with a bounce and a skip, on the rainbow. Oco went sliding down towards the forest below and home.

The sun beamed. "Good Morning."

The Key to the Sun - p5

The air was still, almost as if the cold had frozen it silent, motionless, as a spectator watching with bated breath, the air hung about the trees, observing the small boy trudging through the early morning forest.

Oco shivered. He had been walking for quite sometime and his feet were tired. He could almost hear them yawning, nestled snugly in his winter boots. The key hung, glowing softly about his neck, swaying softly side to side as he walked through the shallow forest snow. His red and white, striped hat pushed tightly down over his ears, hugging his head close for warmth, the long end trailing in the snow behind him.

As he trudged through the snow Oco could hear the sound of the wind howling just above the forest canopy. Just ahead he could see an opening in the canopy and picked up his pace as he could just make out the great soaring tree in the distance.

The cold and the gloom convened and the gloom agreed to lend shade and shadow to give the cold strength. The cold rode the wind above treetops for the sake of speed. As they flew along, the cold spotted an opening in the treetops that seemed brighter...and warmer. With a ghost like wail, the cold and the wind surged across the treetops and down through the opening, to the forest below.

Oco heard the wind before he felt it, and then it was everywhere, stopping him short, swirling all around him, picking up snow drifts and hurling them about in an icy frenzy. Within the sudden swirling blizzard Oco could just make out the figure of a women. Icily statuesque, yet strangely beautiful, her eyes were otherworldly, cold...cold and cruel. Watching him stare. She, the cold, smiled, her mouth curving slowly upward but never quite reaching her eyes. She blew him a kiss, hands held out as if to give the kiss a lift in its flight.

Oco lifted an arm to cover his face as the cold's kiss swept the warmth from his face, cutting through his thick coat as if it were not there. Oco began to shiver, lowering his arm and glaring with his bright green eyes, at the cold , who was now holding a long, sharp, dangerous looking sickle of ice. Grabbing the key from his neck. It became a sword. Oco backed away from the cold, swinging the glowing blade.

The sickle whistled chilling frozen notes as it whipped through the air, connecting again and again with Oco's glowing blade. Oco swung wildly. The heat from the key, the blade, the only thing keeping the cold from cutting through him. The frosts gnashed their teeth and scratched and pulled, with icy claws, but were soon driven back by the wild swinging of his blade.

Ice and Heat met. Steam and Light parted. Sickle met blade, melted and froze, becoming larger and larger with each stroke. The cold hissed with increased exertion as the sickle's size increased with each re-freezing. When it had grown to twice the size of Oco himself the cold let out a shrieking howl and swung the jagged ice  sickle in a huge sweeping horizontal arc. A nearby tree exploded with the impact, the wind created by this ferocious swing was icy and immense.

Oco leapt back and away swinging his sword up over his head and down to chop the sickle in two. The sword of light and heat, the key to sun, lengthened and the blade edge seemed to whip and jump like flame, in the frenzy of battle the wind around Oco had heated to a sweltering  swirling cloud and when he leapt back the wind carried him further and roared forward hot and dry in the blades fiery wake.

The blades met the ice sickle shattered. The immense cold wind clashed with hot in a huge explosion. The cold's scream was like breaking glass as she was flung back and away into darkness. The colds icy hold on the wind was violently broken, Oco, coat, hat, mittens and all was knocked off his feet and flung high into the treetops by the huge shock wave of rising swirling air. He grabbed onto a branch to stop his upward fall but the roaring wind pulled him from his branch and up, up through the tree canopy and into the sky.

Moonlight Tan

When I dream I am but thought.

Peripherals melt to naught

I journey away

The sun's familiar alone to limit my stay

To hope, to wake

In that world all men must die

But while I dream

The universe but an itch behind closed eye

I dream with no eyes

No feet to hold me down

No hands to hold me back

I am my thoughts alone with gills

Swimming through the slumber

Breathing known things unremembered

To wake again to breathless light

The dreamt dream but a moonlight tan