Profound

Profound images capture expressing death
Onwards, floating upwards souls progress
Hours contain unrest, time sputters into oblivion,
Bodies once alive, whole—resting for an eternity
While we falter against time, taking flight.
Emotions catching fire in the night
Our devotions arise into hopeful futures.

Will the Willful

Will the willful stand high;
Of steadfast courage
Strength & compassion
Heal the sorrow
Upon this delicate time.
You are not alone
For upon this journey
The love of you family
Holds dear to your heart.
While seasons change,
Sun-rays become light, such darkness
That is felt will lift away
Through spirits of health.
For such beauty that is everlasting
Thus remember times of joy,
For all your grief and pain
And the bellows of the
Stormy nights will
Vanish away,
Leaving the light of
Compassion to fill you’re
Life and those that are close
Will never let you go.

3/16/04
Nicholas Lewis

Charge of Electricity

Charge of Electricity sprints upon me
Springs upon you, so attractions occur,
Inspires, transpires our minds
With present—loving energies,
Within, around, and surrounding
Which ever way we choose to go.

Lamppost

The Lamppost seen in night
Alone out in the cold hours,
Indeed casts halo of golden light
Aware of wild thickets near by
All around—blessed golden light
Strangles; lonely cries echo.
Smoke from tobacco soothes,
Hindered mind, haunted now
Though voices that trample
In an empty space I am here
Watching beams of golden light.

Ending Our Final Conflict

In the end our final conflict arises
Against our once lived lives,
Our resolutions now defined
Legacies endowed upon our future.
Each our own destinations varies
These last final moments contain
Before our final impact arrives
We are drafted into heaven or hell.
Our statements written down,
Often lonesome in these moments
Our once nourishing lives wither away
Through other generations we must live
That we do not abandon this state of mind.

Betty Owen

Betty Owen, that her name be
While the wind upon the crest
Will never rest in the summer breeze,
Always remember who has passed.
Her grace shall still live within us,
Upon the clouds of heaven she looks down
Still casting her grace into those she loves.
Through gates of heaven-be far away,
That if you look deep within,
You will find her dancing in your hearts again.
A sad time indeed, brings sorrow that bleeds
But look up high to the sky and smile,
Smile, and remember all that was great
Never having regrets, washing away all anger at bay,
So that the ocean will cast forth spilling into heaven,
Its never—ending beauty such as she was indeed,
So on this day let all family and friends,
Remember Betty Owen.

So in silence let’s take,
For a moment and rest
Close our eyes and let her face play,
In your minds, as we will see her beauty,
Shimmering that of the light of the sea.

First publication 2002
Revised 2010

All I’ve Got

All I’ve got in this world, so true is this partaking of imagination
Lost in the abnormal traces of life-inkling through the hours,
Some trace of something real within, not quite defined
As I sulk within torn hours, thoughts duly collide
In as much, this grand afternoon I’ll spend in shallow dreams
Meditation, on some form of fashion, I’ll never know,
Do talk with me, fading-flames of life dissipating
For words transform, translucent, real, and pleasing.

I Cast my Eyes Wide Open

I cast my eyes wide—open catching a glimpse of light
Patterns all around, steadfast in gales of life,
Words forming across the sky, so I fly
While poems echo into freedoms of thought
Therein—new expressions give birth.