Polkadots

Meaningless specks
Floating, not slowing down
Chatter, meaningless chatter
Meaningless specks floating along

But then I took out the telescope
And those specks became dots
Meaningful dots

I started to slow down, as they floated along
Those polka dots had meaning, though they were specks all along

And when I gave them a chance,
I caught myself, floating, floating along

And when I gave them a chance,
Those polka dots became worlds
And those worlds became a
Meaningful song

Starting with those specks, floating, floating along

The Bridge

The bridge to the stars
are my thoughts of you.

They are not that far away
When I think of you.

The bridge to my soul
Is only open to you

Let us meet
Where our souls
And the stars
Intersect

The Fox

The Fox

In isolation
The beauty it has goes unnoticed
But the quick glimpse
Is enough to change you.

Despite its vibrancy,
It somehow still wears a mask
And only some see its true nature.

Camouflaged unless you are looking.

I grab my camera
And as soon as I do
It is gone.
The picture never taken.

A moment I cannot grasp or claim,
But not uncertain.

I have no proof I saw the Fox
And that is exactly what he wants, I think.

Because his beauty cannot be captured,
Only claimed.