Even the earth struggles with finite woes when the horizon calls like a distant dream. Leaving our unchatered minds to imagine beyond the vastness. Secrets of the stars,  and rhythm of the auroras.
A timeless wonder indeed! Inspiring the  adventures of men in the moon, space and beyond.
Nevertheless, the infinite depth of what was, what is and what will be will forever remain is to uphold
And even though the cosmos may seem so far. Every being knows its path beneath the sun. For each footstep, big or small, strong or fragile. It found the courage to grow and stand tall
Through valleys of doubt, over mountains of fear,
With every stride, the path becomes clear.
Each step a story, a dream taking flight,
A journey unfolding, from darkness to light.
The ground may tremble, the winds may howl,
Every bruise, every scar, a mark of grace,
That shows the courage to continue the race.
No matter the size, no matter the pace,
The steps we take, leave an indelible trace.
For every challenge, we find the strength to stand,
Each footstep a testament to the soul’s command.
Finding  a place admist eternal praise.

When a black sheet has been
thrown over the moon
and a million lazy stars
have fallen from view
I hear the wind has
grown tired of traveling
I hear the sound of mandolins
crying in the mountains
I hear the rattle of
gypsy wheels
I hear the heavy hearts
of horses upon the
restless roads of
broken poetry ...
Clay.M

Death . . .
the great equalizer.

The surest cure
to brazen  ambition .

Kings , Queens , princes and Popes ,

Generals , dictators , and those with false hopes .

As evil does , so it will be .

Fall so fast and hard
toppled like a cedar tree .

The vine's been cut
the branches wither

All the fruit so vile and bitter

All will burn in the heat of fire ,

the briars and vines and wooden liars .

~
Maternal midnight

Metallic lakeside

Freon heart, fayence mind

Eyelids of iron ore

Influence feet into the water

Into an embargo bay

Clear and innocuous, innocuously blind

Hills like white elephants on a polar plateau

Mosquitos on her mouth

Drink the blood of encryption

Change the tone of her voice

They pass behind the blue vein

Become infinite particles of her
~

It’s a new morning
the ghosts of old ideas
howl like lost dogs
I open the window
like a book of secrets
the air is clean with
a hint of Jasmine
the olive tree is
whispering wisdom
while the lazy breeze
dances with the leaves
I listen to the
language of birds
I hear poetry in the
slow movement of time
I admire the colour of
Lavender
I drink my peppermint tea
I pretend - I write
I am far enough away
to feel a spark …
Clay.M