I felt the words catch in my throat Clamoring to be first And yet somehow stopped In a spiraled gate – unspoken Behind the soft light of the fading day I find myself speechless Torn between the words I want to say And wanting to say nothing Voice – unused with no way To be…

To spend the last few hours Of light, my love At the feet of another day Is a kind of privilege That is not lost on me I have spoken of You here In poems and fragments of thought Spun out of the deepest part of my soul Like opening my hands To release a…

Fractured light falling across my hands through the hanging crystal half-open, the window catches the breeze caresses me somewhere the sky builds the winds announce distant arrival of another storm now as I sit to watch the horizon where blue sky reaches down to kiss the land I will rest in the sunlight the time…

Under these stones and moss Looking for lost and forgotten Things Undefined by a name And yet imprinted On my waking mind all the same Turn this one over Sparkling in the half light The world below disturbed By this abrupt change Effort proven fruitless No reward Just another emptied stone You life are waiting…

It is the words that stick in my mind With the notes intertwined Another thought trailing through Attached to my heel like a piece of toilet paper Embarrassing – yes And yet still unnoticed at first Why did you find your way a thread That has woven itself into the very core of me It…

The Seventh Leaf Petals of the lotus bloom Unfold, warmed by the sun Nothing hidden Pushing upward Through the mud And still water Broad leaves wide open Like palms Upturned to the sky Cradling the morning dew Like jewels Unaided While the dragonflies Dip and skim Across the water’s serene face ~ We don’t begin…

Oh, in this dying light I am lost The sun makes the shadows Sharper and I – I am simply caught between them How is it that my life Cannot be forfeit Or at least shoulder the burden There are so many suffering And yet my shoulders Can’t hold enough I would kiss your lips…

Again Torn between The leaving and staying The left behind and going forward Letting go Letting me Go What breath is left And can this end now With the passing of the breath From hear to well beyond I am sorry I was not a better daughter A better sister, a better mother A better…

This is the word This Not that or my finger pointing But this The smallest detail is the whole And I – I am left numbed In the recognition Of myself In the dew drop This is the heart That broke This And that is the wing That it flew On and please Please don’t…

II This moment This face This heart Undone Wandering Practice folding The butterfly Unfolding to Let it fly Open wing Open palm Open heart Freedom, hope, faith Still planted In the soles of my feet Even when tears Fall Outstretched Stretched thin Green eyes grey Find the way home Find the way Home Again Unfolding…

night fills with questions no answers held in the asking threads left untied untried through this naked reflection who thinks better than the mirror itself? ~ 14.05.06 Leigh-Anne Tyson

in the quiet stillness of this moment and the next and the next, the rush of understanding comes – comes from where? Small voice speaks Quiet – you reveal the secrets They spill out of the glass in your hand The glass the world is held in You turned it to the side Tipped the…