I write a midnight journal.
Words and images fade in and out,
My soul is so much freer.
My heart still needs to shout

In the calmness of the house,
Through the stillness of the dark,
Within the silence of my room,
My world starts to spark.

The threads become a chainlink,
Forged by interlocking dreams.
Never reaching for Utopia,
Battered by a stormy sea.

After the final sound of thunder,
My lifeboard is wiped clean.
There was a brotherhood of mystics,
all gone before they're seen.

Note to S: Bad Poetry should not be your preferred reading material!!!!!!!

An Adventure ............Experience it All

I lived in Chaco Canyon
Where ancient feet still echoed in the twilight
I wrote a midnight journal in the caves.

When the darkness carried me to the bottom of the canyon
I danced in magic moonlight
and called out to healing spirits in my way

Mystic breezes free my soul from pain
Preparing my path for the journey of the night
Chaco Canyon always calls my name