Shadows

this will take a long time 

the letting in of the light

fidelity on the rays 

comfort with the wind 

blowing the wrinkled fabric of life 

slowly and safely 

it will be a long time 

forever almost

till another tomorrow

far beyond today

when the shadows disappear

Two Poems

His head was all fucked up 

He wanted to talk to her

As she

His past walked by

When

He found two poems on the floor

One said 

"Expect the ugly..."

The other

"See the wonder..."

He never knew what 

Or who he wanted

So he went to bed 

Alone

Each night 

Dreaming of yesterday 

Wind

Caressing the waves 

To the shore

The wind

Like my feelings

Pulling my thoughts 

To you

Wonder

I was dreaming of a heavy arm

Draped over the past

And you came along

Like the sun rising over the sea

Making me light 

Making me feel free 

Your eyes shone on my darkness

Bending my night to the brightest star 

Telling me truth 

Taking my hand

Listening

As we told stories 

Settling me 

Calming me 

A muse showing me
The wonder of life 

My Solitude

“My alone feels so good, I'll only have you if you're sweeter than my solitude.”

~ Warsan Shire

Candle

"I wanted to forget the past, but it refused to forget me; it waited for sleep, then cornered me."

~ Margaret Atwood, Lady Oracle

love 

is

a warm kiss on a cold night

a soft word and a gentle touch

(to know your not alone)

driving

all night

to a burning 

candle

in a window
lit for only you

Chelsea Hotel #2

"The light came through my window,

Straight from the sun above,

And so inside my little room

There plunged the rays of Love."

~ Leonard Cohen, Love Itself

(Lana Del Ray, Chelsea Hotel #2)

Too Late

He sat in a favorite restaurant from long ago in a small Canadian town while eighties music played over the aging speakers. It could have been nineteen eighty something and he thought she could still be working there. He played out the scene in his mind, with her behind the counter and him sitting eating his hamburger and fries.  He didn’t talk to her then. He was alone and she with someone else. He discovered her too late, too many years later. When the sun was sinking on her and the tide was washing over their heads. They tried so hard he remembered as he fought to hold back the salty betrayal of his eyes. He hoped love would have held back the night but she left before the morning had a chance to smile. She was gone too soon - too sadly. Before he ever said goodbye. He acquiesced to the sadness knowing she could not escape her demons and he could not save her.  What was their love never ended. The night simply came and the light went out. He finished eating, the nostalgia and the memories a flood over his body. He whispered to her, “I am thinking about you. I think about you a lot these days. I miss you so much.”

Sara Bareilles - She Used to Be Mine (Lyric Video)

The Seine

if blessed

he imagined meeting her

on a bridge

over the Seine

as words in a poem

while it rained

as they danced

like stars falling

her eyes translating his feelings

writing a story

like Hemingway in a cafe

characters forever
on the pages of time

Empty and Anxious

Anxiety 

Is being 

Empty

(i feel empty)

 

And don’t know

How to be full

Again 

Contentment

Is being

Full

 (i feel empty)

And don’t know

How to be full

Again

Drawn To You

Connected 

And

Drawn 

To you 

Like…

A lyric to a tune

Needle to a vein

Comfort to pain 

Grace to the fallen

Stars to the night

Anxiety to need

Runner to the road

Thief to the night

Lovers to a bed

Flowers to the sun

Water to the well

Connected

And

Drawn

To you