I made a meal
for you and me
but my plate
was bare
— save the porcelain
— one for you
The truth
of this matter
as surely you may know
— I cannot eat a meal alone
So I watch your plate
and silver fork
and know where
this scene will go
— as my thought wanders
across the big unknown…
Today I placed
a vase of flowers
upon your burial stone
— in the rain
Mourning is the meal I eat alone
::/::
IT was the eve of a brilliant sunset
that love passed my way this night
It swept in on a wisp of fragrant air
Honeysuckle-spring lips soul-touch.
It was tremble-thunder delight
knee bending soul-clutching bliss.
But as it came so it left me this night.
Between the wings of a butterfly…
Softly it flew away…
My hands to slow…
My heart now cold
My love
I go…
:::::
THERE is an entrance
into this world
— the comfort room
that we depart
A way station
for the souls
between past
and future life
It is the meet
and greet for all
before new
skin suits
— go bravely
Again we
shall meet!
:::::
ELSE-MIGHT dithers
between would-could
— one slays ambition
while the other
enjoys self-delusion
::::
SWEET wonder-thought
I visit you often
within my safe-case
Away from the noise
of frentic soul-sought
My comforter be still
Allow me this moment
so late this evening
I feel be-ought thus
we oneness are
Nothing more needed
only you this one-night
Hush…no thought…
Undulating bliss…
No-thing for naught!
:::::
ALLOW me — father time
Cover me gracious one
that age and wear
do not for me
into despair — recede
Keep such fire —
that compels for me
zest and happiness
Disperse the shadows
Love — come closer to me
::::
My light sweet light
that covers my soul
comfort this night
as my heart and soul
And bring to Earth
Love and Peace
and allow my actions
to reflect such light
as I also comfort
those I do so love
::::
Today the winds — gently
into the window blew
Flowers upon the table
danced their natural move
And so I felt
— strangely true
a return of something
dear to me
— a closest friend
My Living Spirit
back to me
I welcome thee
::::
I WOKE you from your slumber
not knowing the animal you were
and you ate me — heart and soul
Your bites made me cry
I dove like a feather
against a hurrican sky
you were busy — so busy
tasting my spirit and soul
You were a monster
living in my heart
just a monster
doing your part…
I want to have control
give me the reins of life
I just want to move on…
I want to start over
Yeah — but I realize
there’s nothing left of me
You were a monster
living in my heart
just a monster
doing your part…
I’m half of what I use to be
just a pie in the sky
a slice of a feather
floating from hell to heaven
I’m a broken record
nothing more than a skip
across the stylus of love
You were a monster
living in my heart
just a monster
doing your part…
I want to have control
but my head is in my heart
nothing good comes from this
so I cry and laugh all the same
—||—
CHERISH
the living
trust
— of those
that touch
the heart
of your soul
and never spoil
— the spirit
but bask
within the lover
who kindles
and ignites
your soul
/–\
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