| Wakatobi----©Peart July 3, 2014
Transported to a world half way along this spiraling sphere
Gliding way above the clouds as though suspended in the thinnest of air
A full day passes with the shattering of the precepts of time
Down here below a faraway place, so peaceful and sublime
Where the stars of the Southern Cross and the Big Dipper dominate the sky
With an added treat for the pupils of my eye
It is a silvery moon with its phase of crescent
Complimenting and bifurcating the stars so luminescent
Once again to see and view the heavens in glory so bright
Sparkling and twinkling are just a few of the words that speak of the night
And as if a mirror, the sea reflects this celestial shimmering
Upon the Earth I stood gazing, lifted by this perfect offering
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Rotation---
©Peart, September 27, 2003
If the turn of life no longer turns
And the stale stagnates to a stop
Despair seems beyond solution
Melted and melded into halted morass
Convinced of hopelessness beyond the horizon
Twisted tenseness takes its toll
Struggling through the cyclical process of life,
Bits and pieces trickle in drips and drabs
And sometimes nothing at all
Irony shines at the most crucial times
Before the cycle rotates,
Suddenly, shedding the struggle to soar.
In a manner of speaking, all seems lost
A glimmer of glazed light shimmers through the dark
Enough to slip the grounded gears of cyclical consternation
To a tolerable degree of shifted relief
In balance outside the brutal edge an imperceptible turn
Sows the seed of soft surprises
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Every Day Sun Day---
©Peart 04/27/08
Every day the sun graces the skies
No one cares and maybe some are blind in their eyes
Perhaps throughout the day there are solitary cries
And one by one there are moments when everyone dies
Ah the sun racing the sky beyond the blue
I see myself eerily reflected in you
A richness, a softness, a curtailed hue
A power all too real; maybe even a dream comes true
Some how we all seek to satisfy the soul
Under the same sun that shepherds us to the age of old
Met in some space from horizon to horizon we are told
Waiting patiently to encounter before the hour we fold
Simplicity in thought in the sun with life do imbue
A superior sense of all that is and what we knew
Linear and with no line to fix or point in view
Can it all be granted to just the privileged and the few
Answers and questions and more of the same
Defines this sun in its daily pace and game
I see satisfaction in the blazing flame
Lulled by the every day sun under whose brightness I write my name
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Sweet Testimony to Life---
©Peart 12/17/2008
Life is a bitter sweet testimony to existence
No one knows for sure what makes the melody
Life beyond the moment of life in a flash
A twisted, blustery tune often call mishmash
Existence, a testimony to life so sweet and often bitter
Threads of the same cord bound in natural harmony
Lived in countless moments, a laugh, a tear
No pangs of angst, no revelations to spread despair
Sweetness and bitterness, the testimony of existent life
Tastes to savor along the edges of the paths to tread
Deep in the differences of the senses to perceive
Perhaps life is just the simple existence we weave
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Door Held Open---
©Peart, March 4, 2010
A gesture as old and innate applied unconsciously
Accommodating a soul, some soul trailing that path
As if a shadow, cast long by light or dark
Hesitation trails
And what could have been seamless
Becomes intimate
Holding on not to let go, the dallying soul has stopped the flow
Forcing a turn, a pause, a why and because
Now closer than ever was the pause so clever
As to deliver, a force, a turn, a longing to yearn
What a moment so sweet, a chance to meet
So orchestrated by a moment of retreat
So it begins, a recognition from within
Parlayed by the creature of porcelain skin
All desires rush to bear with nary a word spoken there
Just a knowing from that portal poured
Through a held door, touched so completely
A mystery to unfurl within this slumbered curl
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Finding a Heart---
©Peart, Oct. 10, 2003
Down to the depths in search of a heart
Floating in the teaming tenderness of the salty kiss
Colors merge and fade to form again before
Memory distinguishes the frozen frame of bent light
One breath in a lifetime measured so exactly
And the others more or less identical in range
Lost beneath the surface hoping to emerge
Changed by circumstances of endless limitations
The heart beats with excitement as much as it is afraid
Of realization of the feeling of at once believing to belong
As bubbles dissipates in endless streams of aware
The heart search, is the heart
Red on Blue------©Peart 11/13/2009
I saw an attractive woman on the train last night
Really attractive, beyond the blinding light
And having seen her, yes at least once before
On another occasion walking through the door
She turned and looked at me with those amazing eyes
And my heart leapt even though I tried to disguise
Being lured in to her dark hazel gaze
Just a purity of beauty among the masses of the maze
My faint attempts at gazing back were met with inviting stares
And I resisted a single word or smile to bridge the years
The angle of her intent was so deliberate
I swallowed hard and vowed to say, not yet
She was like an apple, rosy red and likewise hair
Every feature I gathered without doubt or fear
I just drank the moment to say the least
A moment savored for some other feast
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