Displaced
October 7, 2011
Home is not home
Oh well of poison water
Left on a doorstep
Outcast, displaced
The outside is quiet
The inside is dark
Left to decay
Abandoned, Forgotten
Nobody knows it
Nobody cares
Selective ignorance
Unknown, unimportant
Bright eyes shine
The quest to be known
Ends in disappointment
Unfulfilled, thirsty
~wbv
Ocean
September 17, 2011
Ocean of grays
Deep dark and blue
My soul was made
To melt into you
Stranded without you
On a heap of dry land
This dirt, this drab
It’s not who I am
I am sadly displaced
In a waterless hole
Where the youth of the heart
Seems to quickly grow old
And to die a quiet death
In this god-forsaken place
Where your surface can’t be touched
And I can’t see your face.
~wbv
Flower On The Water
March 30, 2009
Beauty meets beauty
As flower meets water
And the floating color
With petals in strong shelters
Drifts along
Beauty meets beauty
As the two lovers of life
Join together
One carried by the other
Having been dependent
Now immersed
Beauty meets beauty
As soul rests in spirit
As the flower is committed
To the life that sustains it
And dreams are left to fate
To the flow of the current
And to chance meetings
With the water’s edge
Beauty meets beauty
As the flower floats along
And the possibility still exists
That the water will choose
To overtake the flower
Or to carry it far away
These are the risks you take
When placing a flower
On the water
~wbv
Fish Out Of Water
March 8, 2009
You want warm comfort
You want to swim in a sea of love
You want your life to flow
To be enveloped in smooth perfection.
But instead you are cold and dry
Stranded and without help
Separated from the love you need
Lost without the warmth you deserve.
You feel abandoned
You wonder if anyone cares
You wish the water would rise to meet you
And carry you back to the safety of the ocean.
At times you wait patiently
At other times you struggle with discomfort
But regardless of your feelings
The reality remains the same:
That in order for you to live
You need to find water
And struggling in turbulent waters
Is far better than dying on dry land
For a fish.
~wbv
Find Me
January 15, 2009
When the door opens
In the old house
When the rain falls
From dark clouds
Find me there.
When injury hides
In the dark upstairs
When there is no help
And nobody cares
Find me there.
When the rain hits
And the wind blows
And the thunder hides
What the lightning shows
Find me there.
If you can’t find me
Then I must be hiding.
But at least try.
~wbv
A Drop In The River
January 12, 2009
I am but a drop in the river
Take me out and nobody knows
Add me back in and
I go unnoticed
I go my own way
Yet the river still carries me
I have shape
Yet am indistinguishable
Apart from the river
I will turn to vapor
When I am immersed
I am fully alive.
So I owe my life
And my existence
To the river…
It is who I am
What I long for
Where I’ve been
And where I will be.
~wbv
This Much
December 21, 2008
As much as water fills the ocean,
As much as sand touches the beach
As much as air is in the wind,
As much as stars span the sky…
As much as light brightens the day
Or darkness conquers the night
As much as lovers love, and melodies sing
As much as words speak, and eyes behold…
How much?
“This much.”
~wbv
Quietly
December 15, 2008
Bending and bowing
Stretched out before
Softly slipping
Quietly waiting
Moving and turning
Laid aside nicely
Patiently watching
Quietly waiting
Shifting and swaying
Brought near enough
Eagerly accepting
Quietly embracing
~wbv
The Bottle
December 4, 2008
People sometimes talk about
Write about, dream about
A message in a bottle…
A desperate final effort
To share what’s in the heart
But the focus is usually on the message
And we sometimes forget about the beauty of
the bottle.
The bottle is fragile, yet sturdy
Beautiful, yet plain and dull
Clear and transparent, yet it hides a message
Lifeless, yet it seems to have a life of its own.
We want desperately to know the message
And often lose the beauty of the bottle in this
Quest for meaning.
~wbv
Half A Soul
November 24, 2008
The man stands silent, looking out
To the distant bleak unknown
Holding softly half a heart
The half he calls his own
Walking on the sandy beach
The ocean at one side
Pondering how he came to live
With only half a life
Looking into depths not seen
The man can’t grasp the whole
The steps that span the length of love
Have left him half a soul
~wbv
