How many
nights does it take
to work through
a life
are the moments
left lying
the pieces that
are most
real
our minds
pick up
the thread
to finish the tale
and wrap us in
confusion
again
Inside
funny how
nothing you say
bothers me
unless I let myself
think about it
and that's the thing
it's actually
up to us
what we let in
it doesn't just rain
we get to play god
for the few small
moments spent in
our heads
I can hear the owl
just now
telling me I'm right
and just move on
Rest
I miss you
your total joy
at seeing us
your full emersion
in whatever you
found you
wanted for the
moment
your sweet and gentle
winding down
and dealing
with whatever
was the state of the
day
your soft brown
eyes
and the last
time you gently
licked my hand
rest
my sweet
Abstract
i follow you
as if you're real
as if you're more
than phantom
markings
on a cold dark wall
and then i
choose a road
you've never seen
you'd never go
and leave you
to your constant
pulling
endless reaching
back and I choose
silence
I choose
now
as you drone
on
Here
Nothing stays
the words float
off like they never were
we change
and do more things
alone
not good not bad
ja shift in how
the trees
line up
a different angle
sky begins to shift
can we go back
through all the years
and write them
new again?
We formed the paper
with our hands
we carved the pen
from newly fallen
branches
I am you
and you
are me just
starting
down the path.
Sorry
How can there be
this many of us
I can't keep track
like a houseful of cats
you wake up and find out they
are yours, every single word you say
without a thought,
wishing the dream
back, thanking god you were
only asleep. This power hungry
snake emerges always in the
after thought: the waves
of what I've said pulling me
back drowning
in the cold and lonely
words that hang there
wronging you
Starlight
Thank you
for painting tiny lights
across the dark.
We are dazzled
by the colors dancing
on trees,
nessled in needles,
glancing off ice.
And they gave to you.
this is buried in
all the haze -
what lurked beneath,
but there were moments
there were drops
of light
Shrine
In the space of one small moment
i hear you in my mind
like a hummingbird
your antennae up
and ready for the dance
you are free and young
yes I built a shrine for
you and everyone who's
ever loved
anyone
and I feel you here
each time I speak
your name
Gone
There are days
that turn from sun to dark
in an instant
bone deep chill
sinking
pulling out
the last warmth
from tired skin
in one flash -
you return
eyes red
as if you ever left
and it goes down
from there
like a rampant
contagious
shadow
devouring
whatever was
left of you
the empty aimless
halls you walked
the cubes stacked
upon aimless stack
and all you
can do is wait
and try to
remember
what
the light
was like
Why
Always searching
for the meaning
the purpose
the why.
Because we were born
that way
and we're lost in this
mind stretching
maze looking
for clues together
the way out but also
the way in
help me see you
find you
know you beyond the
face you show me
be the light that
sparks
the final
clue
Respite
I stand back
as my body falls
as much as I push
it's no longer up to me
I retreat
lie in the sun
prove again and
again that this is real
that I'm compromised
and that I right
now must stop
New Dream
I figured out
a way to fly
or jet around
I guess
propel myself
around amid
the busy happy
humans
and far away across
the ocean
further still
untill I picked the earth
out from among
the galaxies.
I have to say
that this is new.
Waves
We turned dark
and stepped back
years in one moment
I'm not used to
that part of you here
he's been gone so long
i got used to the waves
lapping gently
hypnotic
but scared to see you
go, and the part
of me that fights
the part of you
was right there
lightning flash
in the placid sky.
And we start
where we left
it.
Some kind of hope
From the ashes
from nothing
from going
away
and thinking
thoughts
so empty
they were not
like thoughts at all
but waves of darker
sinking light
to dreams of
showing someone
in the world the way
of gathering that
light and safely
cupping it
within my
hands
Being
I wonder
on an idle
night when 'have to'
fades away
if it's okay to not
do anything
The restless
demons
have arrived
to tell us
it is not
and I read on
with dares
to take the book
away
Some kind of Faith
if I knew
that all along
I might be going
somewhere
it would have
made the
walking
crawling limping
have some truth
but as you know
it's simply
got to be
that way
the crawling
brings along
some kind of
faith
Maybe
Maybe
the every day is enough
it's what we miss most
when the sun fades
the light falls
and we know you're gone
forever
I miss the tight curve
of your curled body
the way you sighed
when I scratched your
ears.
I miss your
being
here.
Gone Again
Here again
the desert
far from you
and our collective
tears
the damp earth
where we will place
her beneath
the redwood she walked
under
how many times
she was the center
of our love
she may in fact have
carried it
for us
in the soft brown
eyes, doe brown ears
our animal
love our sacred
heart
we will always
bring you with
us
Mother's Day
Thank you
for bringing me here
to look for hummingbirds
they were fast like bats
in the wind
but we saw them
long enough to know
they are here.
i don't care if the
world can't accept
that I loved you like a child
my friend
you were there
when I lost it
you were meant to be
and I thank you
too.
We walked
I feel you here
with me
your unleashed
unbound joy
leaping through
surf
ears forever up
waiting to catch
all the sounds
this world
so freely gave you.