A short time a-long the way*

 All of the sudden of silence came a call

The clouds were filling up as something was about to fall 

As pressure was building up and this was not small

A journey with the wind went up high and tall

It came to a beckoning and cracked open wide

The revelation was seen as something was inside

The tension mounted more and could not last long

It knew of another spot to be right where it belonged

Then finally broke free from the starting gate it came 

A torrential downfall was spilling and it covered all with rain 

~The SOUL* conceives its blood~

 One drop of Source came from the sky

It hit the water in the blink of an eye

On impact its destination was to enter

Right there smack dab into the center

Then it dispersed in the calm and blend

Now it sits in everything with no beginning or end 

Dom*Colucci 2026

Wind, a forced entry*

 Wind, a forced entry*

A wind blowing day, is outside my door

Whipping all around but don't know what for

Maybe it is to show its strength so strong

Or to make things move around, right where they belong

No matter what it is, it is a force not seen

Or ever to be reckon with, if you know what I mean

Dom*Colucci 2011

Leaving for good*

 Leaving for good*

Blowing and scurrying out in the road

The trees have left a bundle, to lighten their load

Departing from their parents, out on a limb

A big strong gust from a witches wind

Now in the open air, as they did leave there home

We look at them fly by as to say, "leave this one alone"

Dom*Colucci 2011

The departure of a tree*

 The departure of a tree*

Autumn is here, the leaves falling again

Time for a blanket to come, like we knew when

It seems the spring and summer did not last

But are Now a faded memory, of times that have past

So until the last leaf has fallen on the ground

We will then know winter is coming, soon to be around

Dom*Colucci 2011

Letting go to fall*

 Letting go to fall*

A few clouds are out but the sun is all around

Wind blows softly, just to make a sound

It is autumn and there are colored leaves

The moments move on, they depart from the trees

But for one that appreciates a painting so clear

Is the beauty in such quilted patchwork, of eyes so near

Dom*Colucci 2011

Walk into nothing but myself*

 Walk into nothing but myself*

A walk through a hole, I see this time

Out into this unknown and into the sublime

To be on the other side of reflection with the mirror

Obstacles of myself, to see a little clearer

Void my ticket and check me out

To leave this reality alone without a doubt

Dom*Colucci 2011