The Light
You make me young again
Twelve or twenty, or someplace in between
I want to run and skip and sing, and be so free
You are everything to me, my sunrise and my sunset
The prettiest ones
The very best ones
You are the stars I count on
You are the clouds I dream upon
You are the ducks dipping, the ferris wheel spinning
You are the lights strung upon the summer tree
You are all that makes me smile
And more, so much more
I can’t begin to explain
It would take a lifetime or two
Just to count all the reasons I adore you
Your hair, your eyes
Your nose so cute
I want to nibble you whole and in completion
Bite through your sexiness
I want to run my fingers through you
Every part
And dance on you like some worn out disco floor
I want to tap and spin
And glide on knees
Feel your smoothness beneath me
And eat your very soul
The Shadow
Release me bloody panther of the night
The one I spear, who keeps rising
With claws to chest
Carving name into my flesh
I run and you follow
My scent, your prisoner
You are naught but heavy stones in my pocket
Backpack on weary shoulders
Silver spikes beneath my feet
A broken time piece
Your face a façade
You are unwelcomed fever
The torture of still birth
A labor of death
You are the stripe of the honey bee
The symbol of nectar’s sting
I will not be your dance floor
Your river or mountain
I will be nothing you move upon
You feed me not, whittler of bones
And nor shall I be your prey
I turn you mystic muse
To the muds of moors
And make the howling hound your bed song
Cry for me now
This light slipped through your fingers
So I might collect your tears
And spit them at your shadow
I am blood-dry to your enchantment
Fed upon the last time
To me you are the stinging nettle of pain
The poison oak of itch
The jelly fish of sting
In leaving I shall paint the walls of you
With my echoed screams
So you may sit now
And hear the wing-clipped raven
Crying in the attic’s mind
It is your turn
Of empty ghost
Your turn to grasp
And find nothing but empty cloud of drought
I will be not your star
I will be not your sun
Instead I shall step dark upon your grave
And kick dirt at your memory
My laughter, your sorrow
My victory, your loss
My hope, your awakening
To the world without me
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By Sam Craft, July 2012
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The Walk
The following are photos from the bird sanctuary. There is a mile long platform that stretches across the wetlands and leads to the salt-water sound. There are hundreds of birds flying everywhere and adjacent nature trails.
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Everyday Asperger's 
“You are the lights strung upon the summer tree
You are all that makes me smile
And more, so much more”
What more is there to say..?
The photos are magnificent, and a place like that would have me on it everyday with.. camera in hand.. a place called paradise is how it looks to me…
Wonderful post… and a lovely smile…
My camera is in the repair shop, so I have been using a new “lesser” breed for a month. I don’t have the ability to focus in like I want to. When my camera is fixed, I shall go get some close ups of the birds. I can totally picture you there with the birds. You would capture some excellent shots, I’m certain. I’ll have to see what I can come up with and share with you, once I have my missed camera in hand. It is a place of paradise. I thank the heavens several times a day to live in the Northwest. My favorite line “lights strung upon the summer tree” Glad you liked it.
Thanks for your kindness,
Sam 🙂
Gorgeous pics!
The DC
Thanks DC….HEY, that’s what I call my son, DC….lol…..
It’s a gorgeous sanctuary. Oh to be reborn and live as a bird there. 🙂
Smiles aimed your way,
Sam
That’s neat that you call your son that too 😀 Yes it would be nice (reborn and live there),and smiles right back at you,my very good friend 🙂 I hope your day was wonderful!
The DC
Love the words, the lily pads and how nature has the answers to our questions when we take the time to look and listen. Great post. Thanks!
You are very welcome. I am so glad that you enjoyed. Yes, nature is quite loud when we unplug our ears. Smiles to you. Sam 🙂
Oh Sam — you are truly a genius with your written art. The photos are lovely, of course — but your work here rivals the post I did featuring the Rumi story (The Forest and The River)… I am not sure if you saw it, but I say you can be the next Rumi ~ Let me know if you need link. I love the contrast you built into this (light vs shadow) ~ and your feelings about each… So hard to pick favorite lines ~ like this for light:
“you are everything to me, my sunrise and my sunset
The prettiest ones
The very best ones
You are the stars I count on
You are the clouds I dream upon
You are the ducks dipping, the ferris wheel spinning
You are the lights strung upon the summer tree”
And this a lot on Shadow:
“A broken time piece
Your face a façade
You are unwelcomed fever
The torture of still birth
A labor of death
You are the stripe of the honey bee
The symbol of nectar’s sting
I will not be your dance floor”
Your portrait today ~ exotic/mysterious…. like a lady who can tell the future — 🙂
Love to you sea -sis — wish I could walk normally and take hikes like the one from your photos — looks heavenly there ~~xo
I am very much the shadow today. And your words help shadow let in some light. You really boost my esteem in a kind genuine way, that makes my words feel alive and worth sharing. You are a true blessing in my life, and I count you on the soul’s hand of authentic, light-fillled beings I gladly welcome. So happy you are my sea sister. The second piece was very hard to feel—wouldn’t let me sleep, kept whispering in my ear and flashing images…still hard to feel and live through, but letting spirit live in me in all his/her shapes and forms. I very much wish to have a simple brain, just for a little bit, just to catch my breath. I will hold onto the beautiful blessings in my life, until I feel better— which will likely be tonight after an appointment is over. I so wish you could walk normally, too. I will bring you with my, and carry you wherever I walk. Much love ~ Sam
so sweet Sam – thank you…I know you would too. Now if I could get rid of pain and you can build really big muscles — we are in business! xxo
What a wonderful place. I love everything about birds. I notice “dance floor” appears in both your poems, although the mood is very different.
I love everything about birds, too. Always have. Yes….you are so clever to notice the dance floor twice..I noticed that too, and thought about that for a bit. 🙂 Yes, very different moods. Each of which I experienced. 🙂 Thank you for your comment and visit. Sam
My son says I would like living in Oregon. Maybe he’s right.
Oregon is lovely. Washington, too. 🙂
Will really have to visit, at least, my son.
Scott