Do you dream, toothless lion, of conquests;
the gazelle's neck, bloodshed, the golden floor
falling away beneath the pads of your paws. Do
you hate the hand that feeds you, faces between
the bars inspecting you, analyzing, speculating
on the origin of your scars. You blame them
for disbanding the pride, for the road lines that
divide your territory, for stealing your former glory,
your teeth and claws, muzzle, mane and maw.
What remains but memories? Security destroys
you. They feed you soft food without bones and
lead you on a rope around a small enclosure. A
kept lion without enemies, without cause to roar.
Sometimes at night you wake with the scent of
the Serengeti on your breath, a whiff of sun and
heat, a wisp of dream and its daylight death.
You feel concrete and straw beneath your limbs.
Your rising voice dies in your chest.
Green Field
Softly slowly sunlight melts yellow
and blue a stream running green
washing away salt, sand, impurity, the
ice encasing me. As I stand from each
strand of my hair winter falls. Stars shower
shining down the green field around.
and blue a stream running green
washing away salt, sand, impurity, the
ice encasing me. As I stand from each
strand of my hair winter falls. Stars shower
shining down the green field around.
Eowyn
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.
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...
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