Random Thoughts Set Afloat.

(A.)-

We write with the

edges of our souls

sharpened by emotional

grinding day to day

and what flows is the

innermost gleanings

of our deepest hopes

and dreams..

(B.)-

I have seen the

night walkers

in the alleyways of

New York's canyons

and on the dusty back

roads of Montana

and in the graveyards of

the military dead at 3:00 a.m.

I have been a night walker myself

and strolled the darkness

following a slice of sorrow thinly cut

like a sliver of moonlight.. .

There are always puddles

where there are night walkers..

puddles of blood...tears...

sweat and rain.....

There are ghostly night walkers

who still stagger through

the tunnels of guerrillas in

Vietnam though

the reason for their three

mile stare is long gone.

There have been many

nightwalkers in the oval office

sleepless from the weight of

life and death choices made.

There are Night walkers

all over the world

and they converge at some point

and become a huge shadow

that blots out the day

this is the darkest hour

before dawn...

(C.)-

When dreams leave

open wounds in ones soul

and the only thing to bind is

is the one who is bound for

somewhere else..

then there is little one can do

but be alone and nurse

the slashes of solitude

back to a reasonable facsimile

of what they once were...

(D.)-

In the cocoon of

night's embrace

we spread our limbs

Into wings and float on

the dreamy cushions of

subconcious thoughts

that let us fly beyond all that

life could ever offer..and the

translucent and rainbow hues

of our wings in this never

never place are of such sheer

beauty that we awaken

with tear dust collected

in both of our eyes

(E.)-

God's ear is always

attuned to the voice of a child

and he cherishes them as

highest amidst all of his creations...

he grants them a period

similar to Adam and Eve's..

a few blissful years of pure

innocence to play and frolic

in the big wonderful world

without the burdens

of sin or guilt or

responsibilities

(F.) -

The moon pulls

souls together

just as it folds the

waves one over the other.....

it has viewed the passion

of thousands of years

in all the wilds below it....

it is always just outside the window

with a fingernail smile or

a bright beaming ray

that illuminates two sets

of lips entwined

times ten billion all

over the planet.

The moon is a bit of a

voyeur who helps stir

the scenes below like a

director who orchestrates

the moods and the settings

and we are but actors

under his tides of impulses.

Some have walked on

his dusty face

but he has gleamed in

the eyes of countless

coming together

by two's for centuries

and he is the love light

the night light

that illuminates

passions trysts

(G.)-

Sadness is an ivy clinging

to the walls of ones soul

blotting out the light that

normally glows warmly through

the membranes of ones inner self...

it is a poison ivy that irritates

and disturbs....

and lingers long after contact

with the offense

that caused it is gone.....

salt can ease the root

of the sadness..

and the ivy..though poison

cannot tolerate salt.

It withers..

so let the salty tears

flow freely

over the ivy walls of your souls

and wither the root

and then let

the light and warmth

of one's smiles

enter in and set you

in a clear place

free of entanglement..

(H.)-

And so my thoughts

dry like ink on a page,

or the vapor trails of

an inkjet across

virtual space.

Just some random

thoughts left here

for posterity

rendered while I sat

on my posterior

and pursued

the try that one

finds in Poe-try.

(I.) am done for now....