How could my mouth come forth with such words

These millions of phrases we’ve all of us heard

As if we could capture the sun within syllables

But I guess one man’s anchor is another’s dirigible


Flight is subjective when blood plays a part

The flapping of wings can sound just like a heart

And the air raising altitude requires some motion

To accomplish the churning of a well winded ocean


So batten your hatches and raise up your sails

And decide here and now what it means to prevail

Adept navigation to cut through the tide

Or willingly, wanting to be swept o’er the side


Love has a meaning to any and all

To some it’s like rising, to some it’s a fall

But with wings or with bruises we still forge ahead

For a life without love, we just were not bred


The pregnant air within a room

Of something there that lurks and looms

A sandy mouth, a mounting pulse

A presence felt, like creeping ghosts

The rigid eyes, transfixed in moments

The tension in compounding quotients

To stop your breath and burst your heart

’til finally the curtains part

Reality now has reshaped

The once bound mouths now spring agape

And whether you next cheer or cry

In part you’ll miss the thrill gone by


I believed your deep words and deeper heart

The soft looks that stoked that most primal passion

You spoke like centuries

Disarmed my sentries

A story encased in archaic amber

That I was slowly starting to remember

But lost it was unto the ages and rages of the modern

Outmoded, outlandish and ultimately outfoxed

But the box I keep of memories

Still holds that pulled thread

From when we first met

Yet no needle that could repair it and

I am left with only what unravelling begets



The quaver some would savor

playing out upon your lips

The words I’ve often heard

always near and well equipped

The sheen that can be seen

in your slowly welling eyes

A voice that shakes or softly breaks

as it treads ‘tween wails and cries

My heart once wrenched within your clench

for the tears you freely spread

But I’m not sure I can endure

forgiving you again

In Confidence


There is a whisper

Under the layers of nature

Or life


It has traveled so far

And is nearly lost

But I’ve heard it


Weaving itself so tight

To my ear

Up against the drum

And yet

It remains a whisper


Its soothing syllables

Reach inside

Like missing parts


The inflection of my soul

The round sounds of wholeness


I am awakened

From the terrible dream

That you have gone


Blown by the wind

The shuddering grass

Rocks with its kin

Like a turbulent mass


Limbs wave about

Victims of the gale

And without a doubt

Some may not prevail


The air in its whipping

Has no sense of goodwill

the limbs lose their gripping

Their fate now fulfilled


The clouds swiftly race

Across the drab sky

Hopefully chased

By a future more dry


In the grander scheme

It seems so very light

A friendly sort of greeting

Or a way to say goodnight


Yet upon it legends have been built

And evil curses broken

A closeness that fills in the words

Our mouths have never spoken


It can fill you so complete

While shedding not a thread

It can set a’spinnin

The most level of all heads


So wield your kiss with caution

Tread lightly with your lips

For it can bring a consequence

For which we’re unequipped

Sleepless Dreams

The cracks are filled with daylight

The curtains are no match

I feel the fatigue upon me

But the sleep won’t seem to catch


I’m dreaming now, eyes open

A story unsurpassed

But if I find my slumber

I’m not sure it could last


So now within a struggle

‘Twixt dreams and precious sleep

My eyes grow ever heavy

And I hope my dream will keep


With only closed eyes

And fingertips

He etches my face

Upon the windows glass


I stare from it

As if seeing something precious

A deep delight in the eyes

A sly grin ready to burst

With teeth


The brows are sensually relaxed

With a confidence

A knowing


My hair cascades just so

Around my face

Feigning a shyness


However my beaming cheeks

Betray the soft tendrils

Two tight apples

of unhidden joy


As he turns to me

Opening his eyes

His near sighing exhale

Dissolves into a smile

That forms like a reflex


I feel my face fall

Into formation

With his creation

When our eyes meet

Maiden of Asteria

She calls her woes up to the stars

And hopes that they will listen

There is promise in their lustre

And a peace in how they glisten


She sheds her tears in moonlight

For there they seem to glow

And as it wanes o’er coming days

Her sorrows likewise go


She whispers her dark secrets

To the planets she implores

Perhaps the power of their names

Is one that can restore


She makes her wish in darkness

For that is when it’s needed

Delivered to the heavens

So in the light of day it’s heeded

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