The sun is not up

The sun is not up,

I have yet to capture the morning.

Dawn visions invade my dreams and

shadows step across a sea of imaginings.

Where memories, deep, blue, and unthinking,

strain at the edge of light.

Soul peers into window moments,

stars are born there.

Tight lines of travel

lost in the rays of a new day.

A common tongue is spoken

where words fail their meaning.

I am speechless on the ledge of hope.

The light bends and dark places

give up their corners.

Revealed are the goals of many

winged away by fancy.

Jay Cookingham - September 5, 2002 ©

Priceless

I walk across a bridge of sighs

It seems a joyless journey

Faith in past stories produces
a gift of change

Like antique jewelry
with future value

Priceless

I am adorned, crowned
Priceless

I cross again

Laying it all down
at the feet of the One

Who made me

Priceless

Jay Cookingham © August 13, 2003

As You Go                                           

You step into my
imaginings
a fledgling finding
their way
without caution

As you go
I wander with you
picking dreams
chasing stars
dusting off
the weary places
with joy
A grown man
reduced to boyness
as you go

Jay Cookingham © 2003

Dedicated to all my kids

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