Around the sun

Around the sun
time and again
euphoric, slightly uneasy,
dizzy from the very light
that life was first made of.


Round and round
restless and brave
circling the one star
that might burn you.


Come down,
descend and be still.
Perhaps it hasn't scorched you yet,
But it will.

Happy birthday

The day you were born
I wasn't around.



Yet I rejoice
today
for what I have found.

No presents
no gifts
to be worn,
treasured,
or put on a shelf
can be more valuable
than yourself.

Cryptic fun

So, you're having fun.


You find my words are cryptic
but amusing
You like coming here
to be puzzled
by little shreds of thought
painfully ripped
from my tormented soul

to you they sound like  music...


Well,
Enjoy it while the flavour
lingers in you mind.
Savour
that comforting sense
of feeling that the key
is not for you to find.



But this riddle,
my friend,
has but one solution
which I declare now
plain and out and open:
whatever it is
that you read into my words
is exactly, precisely
what I want to say -
there's nothing you have missed.

Because your reading them
is their motive to exist.

Waiting

You inspire me.

Without your presence
your prompts
Nothing worth writing seems to come out.

No feelings, no thoughts
Justify their weaving
No joy deserves believing
No pain is worth a shout.

Pilgrimage

To what sacred place
does devotion take you
for no man can live
without blind belief?


Whom do your prayers
invoke late at night
for no man can sleep
without wild dreams?

Where shall your steps
lead you tomorrow
for no trip can last
without destination?

How can you find
the faith to believe
what no other man
seems to conceive?


Mysterious pilgrim
unknown to your shrine
travelling light
this moment here
the next moment gone
out of my sight


be blessed:
I proclaim you divine.

Linda Rose - Bob Acri

Stillness

You know your place
You say.
You stand aside and watch
Wait patiently and listen
Smiling without judging
Crossing no lines.

You know your place
You say.
And it certainly shows,
By the way.