I’m hurting today
There’ll be heart-stains everywhere
If I’m not silent
Some bowl of cherries
Is what I’ll focus upon
Some new day ahead
If you’re trekking alone in the dark
The train station within sight
Hope of home in your heart
Schedule unknown but hoping you won’t be late
Those obstacles in the meantime?
￼The throngs of strangers
The loved One who neither noticed you’re gone, nor cares whether you’ll ever return
A nearly dead battery and bank balance￼
Yesterday tethered around your ankles
Take comfort, you are seen
Someday, in 20/20 hindsight, find
A candle shone in some window
That beautiful soul, burned for you
The train leaves sharp at 11:11pm
You are loved far greater than you think
Now run, freely
And step lively
May I melt into you at sunset, when our day is done, and the deep — delicious, as a buffet — lies before us?
Will you walk with me into that starred-space, wish upon the seconds with me, and show me what courage in the dark can accomplish?
Battle with me — and sometimes, for me — fellow-dreamer, in those in-between hours, then soothe my mind when I wake to the day
So again I may slay ￼￼
What say we keep walking
You and me
See what we see
A new day today
A better way
Exhale a time or two
In hope the adrenaline
Lay bets that being a true friend
Will in the end
Find us fine and dandy
And New and Final
Thou art a figment
Co-artist Credit: Tiger R. Age 6
To pick up and restore
Again and again
What is broken, but beautiful
Discarded, but eternally in-demand
Whether yours, theirs, ours
This banner, heralded
Fling that thing to the Moon
That thing that’s ailing you
Red flags, white flags, too
It’s not a day too soon
Let’s leave crazy to loons
Whose flightiness consumes
Consider this day new
Its call goes out to you
To sing the champion’s tune
An hour, now, clutching the cold morning coffee, an acrid-filled, comfortless cup.
Consumed, we, with what’s bearing down at the door — bellowing “more, more, and more!”
Will this new blanket be warm enough, this day sustain hope beyond the front-porch light?
Still, dawn’s bright, there, without, meets a heat — long-stored and stoked — here, within.
Were I to wear cowgirl boots on New Year’s Eve’
Would they walk me to your shine?
Were you to spin 70’s tunes on your record player
Would your dancin’ feet meet mine?
What did you wish for on your birthday without me
A shared path for us to find?
What I begged of the Ghost of Christmas Past
A machine to turn back time….