His kiss was not the expected promise.
Waiting in your cold chamber is worse in winter
without the sun to cheer you, without your walks
by starlight, consolation for long nights alone.
In the end, Eowyn, it is the same: cook a meal,
pick up a broom. Clean, wait, remain. Live
in your moment of glory remembering
the one demon you slayed.
Best Wishes
I wish you a white dog, the touch of her fur and
tongue, and six sided snowflakes to melt on your skin.
I wish you wide silent roads and a dog who watches
falling snow, a dog whose joy feeds your own.
I wish you brown horses wearing purple blankets, safe within
the angles of their paddocks, still against a backdrop of sugar
flakes and tinseled trees and a dog that leaps and dances beneath.
tongue, and six sided snowflakes to melt on your skin.
I wish you wide silent roads and a dog who watches
falling snow, a dog whose joy feeds your own.
I wish you brown horses wearing purple blankets, safe within
the angles of their paddocks, still against a backdrop of sugar
flakes and tinseled trees and a dog that leaps and dances beneath.
Music
Over the phone his voice is
the smallest part of a man who
fills door frames, towers and leans
like trees. But his laughter leaps
through the line, spreading outside,
touching tips of pines, the talon of an owl.
Startled from its reverie the bird rises
ponderously, wings softly sifting,
the sound of waves rising to the
clean stars, mingling and ringing,
the owl's and the man's music.
the smallest part of a man who
fills door frames, towers and leans
like trees. But his laughter leaps
through the line, spreading outside,
touching tips of pines, the talon of an owl.
Startled from its reverie the bird rises
ponderously, wings softly sifting,
the sound of waves rising to the
clean stars, mingling and ringing,
the owl's and the man's music.
Light and Fury
Water sprites whisk over the lawn's wrinkled brow
Sprinkler streams stand straight and bend back, bowing
to a greater power.
God of the wind, whirl me up. Sweep me
clean to Thee.
A sun storm of light and fury, strong enough to bleach bones touches twister-like before me.
Bluebirds flash glass and fire, jeweled jets burning
trails of air.
God of light that blinds, blaze and shine
so I may see.
Sprinkler streams stand straight and bend back, bowing
to a greater power.
God of the wind, whirl me up. Sweep me
clean to Thee.
A sun storm of light and fury, strong enough to bleach bones touches twister-like before me.
Bluebirds flash glass and fire, jeweled jets burning
trails of air.
God of light that blinds, blaze and shine
so I may see.
Wish I Could Write You a Love Song
Wish I could write you a love song
But the words come out all wrong
Don't know the letters to say I love you
That's not enough, it simply won't do
How You held me
When like a child I cried
All the sobs bottled up inside
Came tumbling out, they tumbled out
And I'm peaceful now
Quiet now
If I wrote you a love song
I'd sing it all day long
I want the world to know you
You are Love and this is what you do
How You loved me
When on the cross you died
Blood and water combined
Spilling out, spilled out of you
And I'm washed now
Clean now
I want to write you a love song
My gratitude is strong
For your goodness to everyone
Shining on us like the sun
The stars, sun and moon
Combined cannot outshine
The beauty of you, the beauty of you
You've won me now
I'm yours now
Guess I wrote you a love song...
But the words come out all wrong
Don't know the letters to say I love you
That's not enough, it simply won't do
How You held me
When like a child I cried
All the sobs bottled up inside
Came tumbling out, they tumbled out
And I'm peaceful now
Quiet now
If I wrote you a love song
I'd sing it all day long
I want the world to know you
You are Love and this is what you do
How You loved me
When on the cross you died
Blood and water combined
Spilling out, spilled out of you
And I'm washed now
Clean now
I want to write you a love song
My gratitude is strong
For your goodness to everyone
Shining on us like the sun
The stars, sun and moon
Combined cannot outshine
The beauty of you, the beauty of you
You've won me now
I'm yours now
Guess I wrote you a love song...
Bubble
I had a dream of sadness, though
now it's fading and not half
as real as this valley of children
and animals playing.
"Come, little one. Sit with me
beneath this spreading tree."
"What are you doing?"
"Thinking of something far away,
so small it's disappearing."
"Like a bubble?"
"Yes. A feeling--the name
escapes me."
now it's fading and not half
as real as this valley of children
and animals playing.
"Come, little one. Sit with me
beneath this spreading tree."
"What are you doing?"
"Thinking of something far away,
so small it's disappearing."
"Like a bubble?"
"Yes. A feeling--the name
escapes me."
Follow
I follow forest signs that point to you. The maple leaves,
fiddle heads and lady's slippers whisper, directing me.
Is this my destination? The old foundation
of a house, a suggestion of grass and stone. Here,
my feet have found a hollow sound, it's reverberating
underground. I pry back with little ease a door laid
in the floor long ago. A cellar, a hideaway, who knows
what for. Stairs descend into the deep.
Subterranean shade envelops me, absorbing light
and the sound of my feet. I trust one foot to follow
another, how far down I do not know, though it has
grown cold. The stairs cease suddenly--there, I have
arrived. Where?
I sit and wait, wondering if this cave is part of you. If
I lit a candle, would I light it inside you? If I called,
would my voice ring through you? I feel a presence
in the stillness. It is you, and then you are gone, leading...
How long this cave, the dark? I am blind like a worm
and what do worms know of meters and lengths measured
painfully slow? I only follow.
Was that a breeze? Yes, blowing softly at first but it grows--
there! A light, a sheet of white beyond the cave, or whatever
it is, this cradle of dark.
Before me, a downpour of living light, a molten crystal
stream. Neither its source nor end do I see, only vapors
rising from the deep, shrouding the sheer cliff beneath.
Shall I make my way back to the forest, fiddle heads,
and stones or step through the door of the unknown? Will
the flood strip my skin, leaving only my spirit to step
through the mist, or will I plunge headlong to certain death?
You know.
You lead on, I follow.
fiddle heads and lady's slippers whisper, directing me.
Is this my destination? The old foundation
of a house, a suggestion of grass and stone. Here,
my feet have found a hollow sound, it's reverberating
underground. I pry back with little ease a door laid
in the floor long ago. A cellar, a hideaway, who knows
what for. Stairs descend into the deep.
Subterranean shade envelops me, absorbing light
and the sound of my feet. I trust one foot to follow
another, how far down I do not know, though it has
grown cold. The stairs cease suddenly--there, I have
arrived. Where?
I sit and wait, wondering if this cave is part of you. If
I lit a candle, would I light it inside you? If I called,
would my voice ring through you? I feel a presence
in the stillness. It is you, and then you are gone, leading...
How long this cave, the dark? I am blind like a worm
and what do worms know of meters and lengths measured
painfully slow? I only follow.
Was that a breeze? Yes, blowing softly at first but it grows--
there! A light, a sheet of white beyond the cave, or whatever
it is, this cradle of dark.
Before me, a downpour of living light, a molten crystal
stream. Neither its source nor end do I see, only vapors
rising from the deep, shrouding the sheer cliff beneath.
Shall I make my way back to the forest, fiddle heads,
and stones or step through the door of the unknown? Will
the flood strip my skin, leaving only my spirit to step
through the mist, or will I plunge headlong to certain death?
You know.
You lead on, I follow.
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