The gnarled and naked limb
Reaching for its sun
Within its graying fingers
The string, woven and spun
A joy from warmer days
Also hoping for the stars
Trapped within this wooden grasp
Leaving chafed and aging scars
Its urge to float diminished
But still aloft, it dreams
A strong wind still brings hope
But alas it always clings
Perhaps the knots will loosen
And one day the string shall fly
Or perhaps it twists forever
Grateful for its piece of sky
I saw you unleashed, unbridled, unfettered
And ne’er have I seen a single thing better
Wholly awakened the light clung to you
Each moment engulfed and lived through and through
The drawing of breath, each blink of your eyes
Cherished with knowing there was no reprise
Each joy celebrated, each tear wept with pride
Fresh snow or a sunset, not once swept aside
You smiled and you loved through each gifted day
With grace and with gratitude lighting your way
With shards of dreams
to gouge my eyes
The blaring sun
does fiercely rise
The squawking birds
chide at my pane
Cracking my crown
like a scolding cane
A groan escapes
as my stomach churns
You would think by now
I might have learned
Swaying blades to trace the wind
Clearing all the soot and sin
Shafts of light to feed the green
Giant trees that creak and lean
Grousing birds and groaning wood
as life proceeds just as it should
His kiss felt like Arthur
Freeing the sword
Or the sea spilling forth
To fill in the fjord
A flowing, a gushing
A wave tall and tidal
A wild blooded stallion
Cut loose of it’s bridle
And through me the feeling
Spread with its heat
My head swam and swooned
‘Til the surge was complete
The color returned
To my once graying vision
His love moved in me
With the sweetest precision
The once mottled skin
That houses my scars
Is now filled in gold
And shines like the stars
A value that slept
Was now reawakened
Thanks to his kiss
My slumber was shaken
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
Sometimes
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
Returned
The inflection of my soul
The round sounds of wholeness
I am awakened
From the terrible dream
That you have gone
The Mewriginal 