There’s a distance still
Before I will thank the pain
Until then I’ll sing
Kiss My Pain
In the grand Plan
Of this life
Of these times
A bit of broken
A bruise or two
It seems
Is in order
Given our capacity
To heal
To lift
Each other
From under
green
To lie down somewhere warm
And, but for the new moon, green
Removed from all vice and sound and care
Letting our breath fight the demons
Pretending the other is not there
Unless it gets cold
Backwater Girl
Do not dare
Do not dare
Dream anymore of them
Damned mirrored-blue windows
Dusted with Universe soul
Done gone now
Done never were
In Hope: A Haiku
I promise god this
I’ll follow calm’s quiet cue
I’ll love what is Right
slumbery
To rest my restless
To slide my arm under the small
And coming this close to it all
Hold on and exhale
Giraffe Pants
Logic
What logic, I argue with God
Who gave me good gifts
Bless-ed me!
I turn and I look
And it is not God
Who argues it’s necessity
Dare the Door
I will sit all day
With my back to your door
Not caring if I’m surprised
I’ll watch most boldly
With kindness and dare
That your gaze would find my eyes
Should you choose to hear
The voice in your head
That tells you to seek my frame
I’ll step to your side
Let others walk by
The world will not be the same
Perfect Mission
What will you wish we’ll talk about
What do you hope to say
Come undercover with me
Don we a cloak and pray
Silent for that which we have seen
In awe for all you’ve not
Lean I this close in to you
Perfect mission our lot
The Way Home
The passive braggard
The gentle warrior
The stone-cold thinker
The bouncing brilliance
The One True North
Somehow
Against my will
You’ve created
The fierce lover
I’ve acquiesced
