You know the way
the river flows
the way it twists;
the way it turns
it cuts the land; slices boulders
on and on it goes
against the sky and into
the secret wind
I find you on a high bend
standing like the sun through the trees
in the morning; you pour yourself
into the cold like colors through
springtime; O, the secrets
of my heart!
I know the way
the colors flow
on and on they go
like the distant wind
no moments so dear;
it cuts me deep, it conquers all
I look to the light, not to the fall
I remember:
O, the secret heart! It takes me high
it makes me cold and makes me bold
after dreams of distant signs
of golden river bends
of twists a
What words have not been said?
What notes not written?
Is this love so true,
Or just another smitten?
What worlds have not been tread?
What demons not slain?
Is this another song,
Or simply the refrain?
Time now to lay the choice to bed.
For really it was made
Before the question asked,
Before the options weighed.
Our lot in life, romantics led...
Not by logic, not by thought
But by the heart, and its hope
That flows endless, no matter what.
Together we will search and find
To try to solve the mysteries of time
And together we will sail the sea
To a place where there's only you and me
Together we will board the shore
Of places never seen before
And together we will run and fly
Underneath the big blue sky
Together we will fight the tide
Until we run out of places to hide
And together we will make our home
In a place we've always known
Together we will raise the sail
And know our journey will never fail
And together we will ride through days
Until we've founds our own ways
Together we will sleep at night
And see the stars that are pure delight
And together we will
The sob was quiet
splitting the worn seams
of the starless night
impaling the delicate balance
into splinters of disarray
while the rain washed away
all evidence of sorrow
now mingled and fallen
blanching the frail blooms
of scent and color
what is life without love
if not a bouquet of gray roses?
Just a shade beyond the pale
so near translucent
a wraith of memory
skims along hollow places
and darkened chambers
of a heart near numb
echoes of what might have been
but was never meant to be
another grave lament
of this mortal sojourn
I wasn't always alone...
How could you know
your roars robbed me
of all things esteemed
that the blows reigned
all over my innocence
would devour hope
shatter normalcy
placing me in this cage
I call preference
but never choice
for I knew nothing of give
but could recite volumes
on what was taken
How could you know
you were breaking
what could never
be properly repaired
How could you know?
I told you...
There is devils' work afoot
where this earth cracks apart
and bleats my cursed name
in lilted breaths and tunes
of immortality.
I feel its lumbering touch
rip wheat from sodden plains
and batter down my world
in tattered strips and lengths
of cold brutality.
And I know my enemies,
where slumbering they lay
and share my holy pain
in brutal trials and jests
of harsh finality
while crevices, laid open,
rage kisses down like rain
and gather fragile flesh
in offered psalms and songs
of my duality.
I love the lazy tangle of her smile
and the danger of her legs
on wet evenings
when the sun refuses to get up
and leaves the dawn to cool its heels
on slick city rooftops and chimneys.
I love how saffron blooms upon her lips
and how she captures silver
on her eyelashes
when the moon rolls itself back over
and leaves the stars to find their way
on balconies and avenues.
I love how her skin tastes like warm thunder
and the answer of her body
on top of mine
when the night stretches long and languid
and promises to turn somersaults
on the pins and needles of my heart.
i finally reached
the end
of your sunset -
lavender
and mauve
running down
the windows
where your face
should be.
do you even
feel the moon
touch
your shoulders
or know
the weight of god?
i keep catching you
in my hands -
too much color
for my eyes
to bare,
and the taste of you
is naked
autumn
filling my glass
where love could be.