From time to time a poem

Perhaps I am a Jedi Seer,
although to me this isn't clear.
But I put my
visions
into rhyme,
at times oblique,
sometimes sublime.
Sometimes
the visions
do come true,
maybe offer
what we must do.
Sometimes
they come to naught
and hold some things
that should not be taught.
Other things
that I have seen
may yet
be those
that have
yet to be.

Of course
there are those
that think
me the fool,
that I never
see the truth.
But although
we may feel
a certain way,
the truth remains
like a bright blue day.

The Moon

The stars about the lovely moon
Fade back and vanish very soon,
When, round and full, her silver face
Swims into sight, and lights all space

-Sappho

Black Ink

The swimming swirl of
Lines
Curving inwards
Shapes that shifting join

Vetiver scent, leads
South
And far, far west
Over oceans you wait

Smouldering wood, burnt
Black
Wet leaves pile as
Futures pull closer

Eclipse

One glimpse blinding, turning slowly
Gently shift each other's axis
Share totality's alignment
We will merge and flood the sky

You are like the heavens to me
Full of strange and distant wonder
I will fill my heart with silver
Radiate a golden light


Diamond ring as birds fall silent
Every feathered heartbeat stops
And the moment stretches, timeless, endless
Lost


The wide earth has become smaller
From our sudden cosmic distance
Though it's newly filled with wonder
Sometimes shadows fall at night

But there's promise in that blackness
Like the vastness of the cosmos
Mirroring, magnetic, driving
Perfect in each other's eyes.

Follow Your Dreams

If while pursuing distant dreams
Your bright hopes turn to gray,
Don't wait for reassuring words
Or hands to lead the way.

For seldom will you find a soul
With dreams the same as yours.
Not often will another help you
Pass through untried doors.

If inner forces urge you
To take a course unknown,
Be ready to go all the way,
Yes, all the way alone.

That's not to say you shouldn't
Draw lessons from the best;
Just don't depend on lauding words
To spur you on your quest.

Find confidence within your heart
And let it be your guide.
Strive ever harder toward your dreams.
And they won't be denied

Bruce B. Wilmer

Satellite

Out above the pier last night
A single cloud flew past in silence
Lit by moonlight, and below I learnt
There is no need to try

The sea that stretches outward
Ever redefines its borders
Without effort, just the push and pull
Of gliding silver light

Silent satellite, we’re dancing
Know, maintain the perfect distance
And in time, your labours ended
Fall back into my arms.

Whole heart opening
Orient to the source
Accept the offer

Sunset

Overhead the birds meet sunset
Ephemeral silhouettes in flight
I’m sorry I can’t be as they are
Light as air and free to fly.

Every glint reflecting daylight
Life I lived for twelve dead years
And what can that mean anymore?
And more, what do you feel and fear?

So out across that endless sea
I watch, and wait, and pace the shore
The pain, it also comes in waves
Lurching, rolling back once more.

Night falls, I swim into darkness
My sole hope to find you there
An island, in this shifting silence
A final, fatal breath of air.

I create this darkness
I have allowed these tears
When faced with these decisions
I summon my own fears

Bound by my own creation
Held in the chains I link
When I grow sick of fighting
I allow myself to sink

Then broken bits of anger
Mask a deeper rooted pain
Only I can stop it
But I give in again

The Quest

Tell me that you'd like to be,
a druid, knight or perhaps a seer.
Something maybe that will steer us clear
of the darkness of our fears.
And if a knight or bard you be,
on a quest you must leave.
To find the Temple in a dream,
that can set the world free,
free of the dark one's plans,
perhaps it can be found
in a sunken land.
Or perhaps on another plane,
where eternal lights never fade.

I cannot tell you more than this,
as quests demand the most of lists,
lists of men and women, too,
guided by the rules of virtue.
So this perhaps is the greatest clue
to show you what you must do.