Signs, Signs, Signs

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Photo Credit — Danny James

 

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Red Door

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Photo Credit — Danny James

 

 

Red Door

Red door, red door,
what do you mean to me?
you’re one of the few that i look at and i approach with glee,
this door leads in to my almost family.Red door, red door,
What do you mean to me?
you are the only door i ever want to see,
you let me in, to where i want to be,

to a house full of friends and the woman i love,
to a world apart, where i am safe and, well, loved,
to a home without match, save one of family by blood.

Red door, red door,
what do you mean to me?
you are the portal that turns me into we,
where i can truly be completely free.

Red door, red door,
what do you mean to me?
you are the door, that brings me to my newest family.

© Stolen breath.

Swift River

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Swift River, Kancamagus Road, New Hampshire

 

 

The river flows quiet and swift
It twists and turns as the waters drift
It branches and breaks—its fingers entwine
It grows and grows—snakes like a vine.

The river with the soft scent of a calm day
With the smell of clean—hanging—still—in the grey
And sweetness carried on the breath of morning
It caresses the river—the waters flowing.

The river—crystalline from winter melt
And sweet with the summer soon felt
It tastes of springtime—the season between
And flows the river—so blue and clean.

The river—its lazy trickle of water
The musical rhythm—the ocean’s daughter
It whispers and murmurs—a song of its own
Playing over and over—in continuous drone.

The river—so clear and cool
The water flows—the color like a jewel
Its soft arms embrace the shore
The river surging from the days before.

The river flows quiet and swift
It twists and turns as the waters drift
It branches and breaks—its fingers in twine
It grows and grows—snakes like a vine.

Early Morning on Cape Cod Beach

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Photo Credit — Danny James

 

On the Beach

 

At dawn, bare footed, viewing as far as eyes can reach,
the water’s edge advances and recedes along the beach.

Before me I see a carpet of half-buried shells of sea-creatures,
tide washed and rippled in sodden sand along the beach.

I move, exploring, sodden sand oozing between my toes,
beyond me the wavelets breaking on the sand along the beach.

Behind me, my wandering trail is blurred and indistinct,
as the water’s edge advances and recedes along the beach.

At mid-day, on the soft dry sand behind the water’s edge,
undressed worshippers lie in the sun that beats down along the beach.

At night, the moon’s reflection at the water’s edge
resembles sea serpents playing in the wavelets along the beach.

Michael Williams