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
Once I Slept Like A Stone
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
Contrivances
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
Suspense
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
Unravelling
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
Lugubrious
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
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
Overcast
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
Endearment
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
