Warm-up (chipping away the rust)

Insomniac rhythms justified 
By clocking time in distant places
Bright morning sun caresses upturned Eqyptian faces
Midday offerings grace Balinese holy spaces 
While unyielding urban lights strain
Silent sentinels to bull-horned passing freight trains
Disrupting muted city post-midnight soundscapes
From dried and dusty pen, virtual timewarp coaxes nascent imagery to first attempt escape

The Wisdom of Whitley Gilbert

relax...

...all i ever wanted was the gift of time
energies exchanged
lightened moods and words
- your words -
entwined with mine
in a sublime
duet
that went to show how
intimately
one can...

relate...

one to another
sister to brother
daughter to mother
lover to lover
...cipher...
beyond linear
through stanzas
unspoken inkblood
tells stories independent of
writer and reader
...stories spilled over begging

release...

...like a long-anticipated date
tracked on cement walls
3 wise words
from an unlikely sage
your gift from me
be free
nothing holds you back
be free
new heights await
be free