First Passions

First passions leave indelible marks
Second ones are even more bittersweet
Like an old memory turned evening fantasy
So much beauty infused into a single thing
A whole life generated from a nutrition of fire

Once, I saw in the unending sky, a name
Something akin to a song or an effortless kiss
It flowed in, like warm water over my skin
I drew in a breath, a deep breath—my very first
Just a name, written in the vaultless sky

What we grow to know during our measured lives
Belies the unfathomable hidden in our measureless minds
It is all just a wild ride, of happenstance and questioning
The lucky ones see the universes in others' eyes
The brave ones sail across the dark seas, heart in hands

And I would give it all for that feeling of awe
To take it with me once more on my wayward way
Anything just to live fully one more time
One last time before the final dream takes me

Remembrance

You've found yourself in the swirling storms of
a mechanized world, churning hellishly upon the
planes of forests swept away and paved over.
Eyes glazed over by lethargy and apathy;
body and heart left weary by a heinous society.
Once you were enwrapped by winds channeled
through deep valleys and the mists of primeval waters.
Every new day is no new day, but instead a
struggle of breath and bone against the synthetic.
You've forgotten the chemical dance of flame.
The imperceptible scales of cosmic time and space.
The molecular life seen in every leaf and in every
beat of a heart; nature's signature in all things.

M.M.

"In that room"

In that room, I saw a reflection of a man that I could become, that I wanted to be. A man stood upon the foundation of his self-constructed principles and the ashes of his bygone strife. A vision of a future that I had lost sight of not long ago. An accreted inner peace, born out of a lifetime of sleeplessness and restlessness, imbued the scene. What I viewed in the briefest of moments was a world won, a distance finally crossed. In that room, I caressed the bright plumage of hope and felt the cooling of a sun-lashed earth, the restful evening I have longed for finally come.