Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Letters On A River

Around the gates I opened fast
some letters on a river passed

through fancied worlds
of built up sand
it mattered not
what I had planned

No levees held no fix
could change the path
the letters rearranged

No matter what we might envision
the river makes its own decision

Monday, August 30, 2010

We Know Our Faces Better Than Ourselves

Home is comfortable
we know it well
and observing corners
here and there
we show and tell
We know our faces
better than ourselves

Eyes rise and eyes fall
but see no planks
inside the wall
and note no right design

so I look inward when I can
to find in balance what I am
because those things up on my shelf
I knew them better than myself

Sunday, August 29, 2010

We are on an Island of Time

We are on an island of time
unable to escape our memories
for the forgetting sea

Shall I try to
erase what's done
and go forward?

Or sip the past
like aging wine
the sweeter it seems
as time goes by

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Beyond a tiny universe

The past can label us, but it is the future that will define us.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

You were just you

I saw you sparkling
and I wanted to sparkle too
so I faked it
but I didn't know what I was
Then something unexpected

A little flame of my own grew
because of the things that you do

I don't think I'll ever lose it
but I'm almost afraid to use it
because it's something so
unfamiliar I don't understand it

But it makes me feel stronger
and I know that it's true
and now I can be me
because you were just you.

Friday, August 20, 2010

No Season Like This

My flesh wound bleeds profusely
and I call the sun a malignant thing...

Truly, desperation has gripped his soul
Yet, it was he who grabbed its black wings
and drove down to the sea's violent foam
while the dove soared over his head
in ecstasy with the wind.

Awaiting the ebbing of the tide, he caught a glint of sunlight on the mudbank
and he knew he was there.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

The Heather Mist

like a butterfly airily tiptoes
over petals from a fallen rose

my beloved's name walks gently across my lips
transposed into shimmering echoes of forever



As I remember it
I was alive because
You were the moment
you know
how it feels

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Of world, part, end and start

we listen to each other learning

that what we need to know most
no one can tell us but ourselves

Tuesday, August 10, 2010


Maybe there does exist a way to say "more than words"-
with more words. Maybe it would look or sound
like gibberish to everyone but us.

Sunday, August 8, 2010

i believe most

in that which does not exist

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Crying with a sense of human

crying because youre happy again
that you know who you are

Monday, August 2, 2010

The harder world

the cold wind ripped through the icy dawn
it was the end of the Stone Age
man discovered fire

the friendliest smile

is that of a friend