Carndo (Bill Whitehorn)

[carndo]

within that old oak
the shade smiles
enveloping everyone
within the leaves
footfall in the time of life
melodies gathered
within those depths
scattered in eons
vibrant in the breeze
a wind whispers
touching that imagination
and perception
that finds a way to be completed

[carndo]

wind within those clouds
arisen into the horizon
that freedom felt
into tomorrow
spirit smiles
where exploration touches
into those unknown realms
simmering sunrays
distant echoes
that touch footstep by footstep
into the past
crisp autumn air
that whispers
Come follow me

[carndo]

those fragile times
where honor arrives
within a blink of an eye
that insight that most don't see
compassion within the heart of time
visions told inside a moment
reaching past
a teetering counterpoint
found within a whisper
heard only by those
with an open mind

[carndo]

the rains come
the last of October
finally fall has come
cooling things off
and old brown dog
follows one
in his travels
and another adventure begins
what exactly happens?
who knows?
yet the day continues
and colors in the leaves change
as the seasons do
but sometimes that's simply life
as it is

[carndo]

reaching through that time
where spirits smile
letting you know
everything is all right
abstract visions
yet within that moment
perceptions arrive
within the chaos
emotional moments
existential contemplations
engaged within inspiration
milestones in that journey

[carndo]

he breathed
within that freedom
soaring amongst the clouds
traveling in the mountains
where lone peaks never knew
a stranger
yet in his travels
the pages were unwritten
so he continued in the wind
where the currents were
and found his place
where he belonged

[carndo]

reaching through that grievance
courage within the outrage
those echoes of pain
where illusions touch
with that moment of time
and yet...
does it really matter?
there in the chaos
that darkness
which seems to touch all
a certain annihilation
in a current of contradiction
within those forgotten morals

[carndo]

the color within the stone
that pattern inside
the shapes that reside
mother nature that smiles
and hides secrets
that she only knows
revelations that preside
within that myriad
in which some have no clue
it's only a matter of discovery
within the matter
of the material
in which we are looking at

[carndo]

The last of October
the cool rains begin in Texas
and the cold winds gather their strength
the warmth won't return until March
and I'll wear warmer clothes until then
necessity finds its way
frozen in mid-swirl
yet seasons find a way to turn

[carndo]

balance within that time
where harmony meets
intuition raves in the visual
and why?
who knows?
moods find their own place
principles within that tone
abstract woven in that milestone
perpetuated within the journey
explored from moment to moment
and yet
one never knows

[carndo]

sandstone arches
within the desert
where the sagebrush
blows into the wind
old cedar fence posts
post off the surrounding land
yet that doesn't stop the local wildlife
from getting to where they want to travel
nature always finds a way
if one listens
the spirit of the Anasazi
remains

[carndo]

rain song
found falling from the sky
that early November twilight
where if one listens
melodies play within nature's tunes
that release coming into winter
where the cold finally makes its mark
cold winds serenade
the seasons
waiting for the warmth of Spring
to return

[carndo]

rocks that hover over the darkness
reaching into the shadows
where waves find their place
seasons shallow into the desert
span into an openness
that twilight haze
fade into the mist
merging halos ring the dawn
and the full moon smiles
as the evening twinkles by the stars

[carndo]

waves found in the wind
across the lake
within that sunken dock
where in the past
fisherman found a need
reflections into the water
patience to catch a single fish
gleams into the horizon
fingers into the edge of oblivion

[carndo]

the old dog
baying into the sunset
only wanting a little company
reaching into yesterday
those moments where loneliness
is finding that emotion
yet milestones hears that spirit
those simple pages of the heart