Subtle

In a whisper
Through my dreams
Though wild the night
And the seas they are murky

A soot covered lens
Traces the horizon
Searching there beyond
With a gaze too far and clouded.

Quiet is the beat
Of your inner pulsing star
The heat of its fire
Colliding with the blinded.

I see you.

Weary

I can see, in the mirror,
How every drop of youth is gone.
The dull glaze now which covers
The eyes I once loved.
I can feel it creeping in
The slow knowledge which comes
With realizing your heart
Is burdened with doubt.
A constant battle is fought
When your faith is misguided

Or maybe it’s not.
Each day a new struggle
To wake up and try
Knowing too well
Your eyes, they do wander
Another dismissal of my appeal.

It seems it is true
That I just might give
Until there is nothing left
And you’ll wonder
Why one day

I stopped.

Will

Is it the plight
Of some young, wayward
Soul
To ride along the desert
Alone?
Or maybe, instead,
They might take to the
Seas.
The waves their companions
No direction in stone,
Just a pull of a string.
Would they search for
Salvation
In the light of the stars,
Find love in the heart
Of a dream they can't know?
Lost
In the search,
For that which is
Unknown.
Could they ever lay down
The guard they have nurtured?
Forgive
Their own nature,
To try something new?
Or might it just be
That their lot has been
Set,
Locked in a gutter,
Strung with regret?

Me

Hello
It's me
No, not Adele,
I'm not on the otherside.
I'm here.
On your side.
Here to love.
To grow.
To own.
To destroy
Doubt.
Hello
It's me
The writer.
The lover.
The one
Me.
Hello
It's me
Cat mother.
Dog mourner.
Seeker of the
Rainbow road.
Hello
It's me.
It's me.
Just me.
She who is
Enough.

Lone

I'm looking for my soul mate,
My hot date,
My can't wait,
To get you out of those clothes.

I'm aching for that real touch,
My hot rush,
My heart flush,
Over the very sight of you.

I'm dreaming of your hard kiss,
My hot lips,
My deep tryst,
Just between me and you.

I'm longing for that old flame
My hot frame,
My bold game,
The one you used to listen to.

Wood Shavings

Take me in your hand,
Press my sole along the grain;
I yearn for your touch.

Unjust

Could you
Just
Let me in
For only a minute
So I could see
If your heart
Beats for me?
Could you
Just
Breathe my name?
Just
Hold my hand
While I stand here
Waiting for you
To open
Your doors?
These knots
Like locks
Held tight to an anchor
I cannot reach.
Could you
Just
Share with me only
The thoughts you keep
Hidden
Leaving me lonely?
The distance
You keep
The torment of sleep.
Could you
Just
Help me learn to trust
That what boils beneath
Is the truth I need?
When you feel
The love
You claim to know
Could you
Just
Share it with me?

Faith

Walk with me
To places unknown.
Challenge the paths
You roam.
Let our steps
Guide us
To a quiet home.

Truths

What is this magical place?
Where hearts are full
And the wind dances?
Sorrow in the leaves
The scribe of our memories?
Lost in the frost of winter
Found in the light of spring.
You were this ever elusive thing.
Where is this magical place?

Tonight

Let your fingers guide you
Down an alley of strings.
The melody of snow flakes
Be the conductor of your dreams.

Wrap your arms around me
The lyrics to your song
Let us play all night regardless
Of knowing tomorrow it was wrong.

Capured

I want your words
To mean something.
Lest they become
Empty
Pathways from an
Empty
Hollow space.
The light between us
Empty
Rays against sharp walls.

Lean To

Where one meets the other
The stark border
Of our differences.
Warmth of your fire,
Strength of my beams
Colliding together -
A shelter.
Our refuge.
Home of the Hearth.

Balance

A stone to mold a river's stream,
A drop of water to carve the stone.
A love affair,
A driving force.
A flood of destruction,
A painful drought.
A world without one,
A death for the other.

Opposites

We are but two pieces,
To a much larger sort of picture.
Born of equal content,
Blemished and imperfect.
Weathered by the seasons
And tarnished with age.
Yet here we stand,
Together, quite different.
Reliant on each,
Divided.

Deserted

Deprived to thirst.
Eager in patience.
Lonely until the drop.

Slight Overreaction

Moth-er fuck-ing, shit!
Spider on toothbrush bristles!
Still, minty fresh breath.

Jumping In

Like this old relic
Let's get lost in the current:
My new adventure.

Ballad

Sing me a story;
I'd drive another ninety
Just to hear you play.

Believe

Perhaps if I stand
Ever so still beside you
Magic will happen.

Snail Crossings

Slick droplets of rain
Bring out Mother Nature's friends
For an Autumn bath.