The Master

Master of the domain, with a command on his lips.
Face etched in concentration, coursed with rivers of sweat.
Implements flash as what is whole becomes mere pieces.
Steam dances around the room, hot moisture fills the air.
Muffled crushing, wet snaps, and the steady clink of steel.
Sharp, tangy scents hanging elusively out of reach.
Master of the domain, obsured in a heavy haze.
Dark eyes, quick and busy, filled with determination
Movements rhythmic in the oppressive ocean of heat.
Bubbling water, a sizzle, and the woomph of fire.
Thick exotic fragrance, intertwined with the familiar.
Master of the domain, orchestrating each moment.
Hands carved of experience, and strengthened with success.
Taking all the fragments, creating a masterpiece.

Shape Shifter

Flowing, pure and crystalline.

Falls, untouchably fragile.

Shifting, unattainable.

Drifts in ethereal flight.

Hides frozen and translucent.

Symphony

The wind was conducting the sunrise today,

in a burst of flamboyance that's just fall's way.

Ascending a backdrop of frost bitten blue,

sun's first breath of warmth lit a rich crimson hue.

When wind cued applause for such glorious light,

trees replied with enthusiastic delight.

Dizzy confetti leaves escaped from the trees,

happily spinning and dancing on the breeze.

Then a brand new day was expertly unfurled,

as noble sun rose to beam down on the world.

Memories

Love a dozen-hundred-thousand.

Rain bows, pitter shatter.

Boy's toys, toy boys.

A circle a cycle.

Mistake, recycle.

Merry go round and round.

Ancient Being

I see you watching in the distance, draped in grey striped robes,
Standing very tall and regal, your range your soul domain.
Creased with age and etched with time, a crisp white cap of glory,
Sun shines on your open face, a full basin at your foot.
The folds of your character were formed from earthy depth,
Even heavily shrouded, the nobility shines through.

Your Eyes

Your eyes tell a story, if only I could read,
Of summer fun and winter nights, of love and miseries.
Your eyes grow a garden, if only I could go,
With winding paths and waterfalls, with rose and white daisies.
Your eyes have a map, if only I had a compass,
Through treasure troves and ancient ruins, through rivers and great seas.
Your eyes paint a picture, if only I could see,
The swirls of paint and brush strokes, the colors and techniques.
Your eyes consume my heart, you only have to try,
To read to me and carry me, to guide and show me please.

Do You Feel for that Pebble

Do you feel for that pebble, thats caught inside your shoe,
Knowing it is far from home, and now is stuck with you?
Do you realize, it's in a dark and lonely place,
Though once free to wait on the lapping of the sea?
Do you feel for that small thorn, thats lodged into your side,
Knowing it's been carried away from which it relied?
Do you realize, it's in an unfamiliar place,
Though once friend to humming birds, butterflies, and a bee?