I descend into that pool Unburdened by the shadow Of the silver sister Bathing in her light Cast in the image Of that elegant form Made from fragile Strips of bark I once wrote all my Dreams on, which now Have taken flight To birth their own
Author: Tyler Boettcher
Kindness
A word uttered In seeming abstraction An action committed Through thoughts distraction Becomes the flower sown Down in that byway An unassuming gift That blooms the heart Of one that broke Through to that Hallowed meadow Furthering a path Where only walls Had once grown
Untitled No.1
Emerging from the forest of grey My eyes seek shade to shelter Radiant reflections cast from the Sea of yellow A monochromatic refugee Once lost in recursive malaise Now freed by the Banks of blue I once traveled Along disparate winds Now find my feet Entrenched in a massaging mold Mouth flowering open To a smile And become once again: A child
Scraps of You
unwrapped words greet me in the morning with fallen thoughts that expose the buried feelings, to the desperate grave of lost reveries I shudder from the cold spray of your departing mist and cling to the shadow of what was lost
Timshel
I was bathed in what they called Cleansing waters Submerged a sinner, over and over And then pulled surging forth Clean, holy, and covered By the blessings of the father But this was not the path I chose To be cursed by an ancient fault Paying a debt I did not owe And seeking to soothe the wrath For supposed crimes committed to that Which my memory has long omitted I refuse to submit to the base belief That I am destined to befall And suffer the grief of divine writ For lost in translation Is that reveling revelation Of freedom found in my unbound choice For I have found faith Not in that ancient way For the old mystic's sake But simply in me And the path I lead
Arched Joy
we dance we sing we caress the air with our bodies letting flow what needs to express letting go what holds us down as the rhythm sinks into our bones we find the freedom we've long sought long awaited savoring every beat every bend of limb taking in that long awaited kiss as our lips make way to exhale all the love we never thought we'd share
Along the Bend
I stand here paused peering out over this precipice of choice Reveries of you singing through my ruptured veins In chorus with the wind that calls me through the trees Taking my hand to gently guide me further onward No knowledge of what lies beyond this forward bend Each step a defiant act of my own faith Entreats my eyes to a new display of dynamic hues The gentle earth growing forward meeting each new step Trees bowing down in humble reverence to shade my path Your lingering perfumed scent courses along my skin Alighting my spine to the quickening of your growing presence As I tread lightly forth unafraid of this unseen curve Knowing in my soul the expedient truth that I will once again Revel in the sight of your delighted eyes When I make my turn
The Murder
Deranged mornings drank from the dreams Of those possessed nights, pulling open My eyes to find myself fleeing their Proclivity to provoke distress within. Hearts as black as the stitches that Run across my veins, sewing up my blood Barring their deep desiderate to hook In their claws to draw forth my pith. As I fall from listless feet, I feel Their teeth sink in and separate my Flesh from bone. With open veins I spot the murder above, creating Night from day, their eerie calls Scattering the despondent dissidents. Through my stupor I feel their beaks Nestle my broken body into shape anew. I awake again to the drawing sun and Their renewing assault, but as they Drew close in, my soul burst forth Filling the new formation to beat back Their wailing and gnashing; lifting me Up to join the darkness that encircles The sky to beat back their garish dawn.