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Sky Message

Up there, cracked crust,
Continental drift, ancient collisions,
Earth history sped up
On that blue canvas,
A million years in a day.

Cirrocumulus shaped just right,
If you were blind and could
Reach out it would be brail
In the sky, only those few
Could read it.

I do not know what it would say,
A message from those before perhaps,
Or from the earth before people walked it.
We are just spectators here,
We are more temporary than the shifting skies.

Kyle McHale          2013

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In the Hours

When do we live
After hearts snap
In the hours
Between sleep and wake?

As if these times
Are surreal,
Sunrise, sunset,
Hours of sleep and wake.

We live, or live dead.
Not every dream
Is a pinch from
Over nor seem

The least bit dreamy.
It could be a dream
And nightmares
Cannot harm you.

Nothing can,
For it could be a dream.

Kyle McHale      2004

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The Wild Ravine

Remembrance of a wild spot,
Paths unknown through time’s web,
Holding deep some sacred rock
Where all stays amongst the sacred thread
Of all that’s gone and up ahead,
Everything, alive and dead.
Whispers only a few may hear
When most don’t know locked behind doors
Seeking comfort on man-made floors
And miss the wonders in a year.

For crashing in and letting out
The cries of beasts and past dead men,
Some may know when nature shouts
Linking now to what was then.
A deep ravine that hides its place,
Where glowing ferns fill up the space,
Where thoughts and dreams are frozen still,
The canopy becomes the scene,
The whispers flow in secret streams
And all is subject to its will.

Trapped is time, the motions flow,
The ground stays touched by natural hands,
The crafty creatures stay down low,
All is harmony in the land.
The quiet sounds are so profound,
Except the feet that trudge the ground.
Join the place carved by the knife of
Ancient shaping artists who wait
Eons of perfection to create
Nature that takes but also loves.

Kyle McHale       2012

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Deep at the Roots

When the light fades over the hills,
The world quiet and resting,
Among the creatures place you sit
At odds with what you are thinking.

Know that life is fast, life is slow,
Sit and rest in your wooden chair,
Breathe it all in to cycle out,
Trust your thoughts to that low lit air.

Let it take your troubles out there,
Sit easy for a time and then
Your thoughts will spread in that soft wind
To find you back in a time when

Dirt and cricket chirps had meaning,
When nothing mattered but the sun,
When crayfish waited for your small hands,
When you first had to trust someone.

That breeze will bring it back to you,
Remind you life is not that way,
Then as the early night time falls
Be thankful for the warmth that day,

And sweetness flows deep in the ground,
That pulsing life just under foot,
Just dirt and crickets singing loud,
Touch all of life deep at the roots.

Kyle McHale      2010

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Gentle Wind

Softly now, gentle wind,
Kiss them on the head from me,
I have lived, I have seen,
I wish to cross the sea.

Softly now, gentle wind,
Push my sail lightly so,
Calm the sea, calm my heart,
Please show me what you know.

Softly now, gentle wind,
Guide me with true reason here,
I’ve been lost, I seek truth,
I wish to face my fears.

Softly now, gentle wind,
Forgive me if I cry,
Touch my face, hold my hand,
Let me feel the sky.

Softly now, gentle wind,
Please leave me out to sea,
I have lived, I will go,
Kiss them on the head for me.

Kyle McHale      2010

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