Misted Up

You tell me today of things I've yet to know.
Of misting up to the heavens as I breath it all in.

Smeeching my soul
A fohat that invades my ride.

Awake my divine release of this dividing light.
All I have to do is to say it and the feeling is there.
 The burst between here and so near to there.

I wave in this breath, a new goodbye;
Things that can only be spoken alone and to the sky.
You and I know this well.

See you in the mist sometime behind my eyes.
In this promise today
You reached from that place
and made me feel that misting of our souls.

-Sonja J. Johnston © 30-Dec-2015

Spectral Sounding

Sounding the shore rocks
making hollow echo's
like water clasping and letting go.

Your dawn is waking;
moving like a flutter on my
shoulders aching.

Brother over the waters;
brother over the sails,
the sea we travel is heavy;
the skies turbulent and pale.

Moving to the pictures
damaged by the shocked birth
of something larger undertow.

Others wear their wool vests with watch fobs.
It is unseasonable, but we didn't particularly
find the door to perfection.

It was already in us if we only knew it.
Precarious, and on the edge of two worlds.

I sound the shore rocks.
You shake from your sleep.


Echos, echos,
carry them close.
Hear the clasping of water,
and of the letting go.

-Sonja J. Johnston © 27-Dec-2015

 

Nightingale

Times that stuck, got struck from the itinerary.
A hole in my favorite sweater,
where the soul shown through slightly.

Brazil nuts opened
Meats flavoring the tonal frequencies.

Sun swelling the carpet under toe
All the clocks chiming and clanging.

You cull the memories.

Foredone earthy matter.
Times that mattered

Eyes chime familiar glows.
Time slows.

We are caught in that speck of sunlight.

Glasses clang.
Our clothes are wet with angels
singing over our shoulders.

Nightingales in the mist of the evening.

-Sonja J. Johnston © 26-Dec-2015

In the Afterglow

Lights collide.
Embronic brine takes form in the atmosphere.
Screaming beautiful fireball from afar
expelling light casts upon the canvas of sky.

Vaporous and blinding, we stop to watch with wonder.
 Our own battles forced to outshine and extinguish;
burning to ash white.

Fading into distant waters,
We return to the glow of the universe.

We glow by starlight
We sweat in the stage light,
in the afterglow.

-Sonja J. Johnston © 28-Sep-2015

Can't Shake You

We are actors
We are lovers too.
We are killers
with the back-stage crew.

You are in your neverland and
I can't shake you from my dream.


You shine your knives living other lives
Yet we pass glances at our different selves
Knowing full well of the
acts, the loves, the sharpening of knives.

I will not not give up knowing.
I give in.

Dream lover,
Connected soul,
Unsolved armored trooper.

Seven on seven and into the night.
Dashing the lights, camera shy in the fire fight.

I dance with your
embers that eat me away
like coals in the fire.

-Sonja J. Johnston © 27-Dec-2015

Elevate

Who knew that hiding under my bed,
Afraid of some violation of self would end me up
Outside of my body?



When I started to sleep atop,
I didn’t want a pillow.


I was but five when I first took flight.
Pulling out through my toes and though the sheets.



My framework feeling the framework around me.
Sometimes I could feel myself pulling through the inside of the springs of my bed,
Sometimes it was through the walls and pipes therein. 

Then, to the skies and electrical lines;
to houses of people I didn’t know. 
Down the road, I would go.


At some odd moment in time,
like to sell something at the holidays,
I would know a picture on the wall of someone down the road.



It wasn’t really until a speech class in eleventh grade,
I came to understand the defined:
Out-of-Body Experience.



Was I broken?  
Could it be because I was adopted?
That I was threatened in some way? or was I just born with this ability?


Surely I was not in death state every night I went out.
It wasn’t until Monroe, that I understood more and about remote viewing.


This is the state of mind and body that I spent my childhood, my youth,
and some of my college years experiencing.



The turning within is such a strong, provoking thing when we are in it alone.
Resources were like mud and my boot that I was was forever at a loss to explain.
The magic trick that nobody ever got. 


Now I find that I still remote view and can verify the details. 
It never ceases to fascinate me.


-Sonja J. Johnston  © 19-Dec-2015

Feather Weight

Closer oh the case we carry
another moment we shan’t wait
For if we tarry our time away
More luggage gets packed in the crate.

Intentions are lost in dream
On  flight decks we are waking
in transit beneath the sleeve.


Vanishing with open eyes.

Over seas, over mountains, we are
Like children, masters of music, peddlers of grand endeavors.


This feather carries much weight.

-Sonja J. Johnston © 19-Dec-2015

Just an Echo Away

For years we have been in the dark,
shut under sight
of the waking dawn's precious light
with the burden of maintaining the confines.

Further off, bursting waves call.
This is how it is
and it's damn hard to make the day shine
with your soul left behind.

We think back to those days of hide and seek
our waving hands and trailing feet.
Time was us running in the wild
leaving trails in the snow by the mile.

Yet, awake in this moment of meet and greet.
We are deep in the precious tonotopic call and response
where inclinations beckon.

Just an echo away
where stars take flight,
paint me in yellow and white.
As all is just an echo away.

Listen for for it,
We are just an echo away.


Sonja J. Johnston © 10-Dec-2015.