Peel

Tonight has been on the horizon
A reigning in of the Darkness
Some strange, familiar one
An actual other
Seeking to strangle The Light

See we beyond borders
See we hope
And unable to let go of it
Be away you will
Familiar stranger

Little Light

Ought I bake a cake with this
One I whip up on the fly
A pretty thing to be consumed
Ultimately?

Do I don the corduroy
Deep thinking, feigned or actual
With elbows patched so scholarly
Egotistically!

Shall I sit alone with this
As ancient wisdom would advise
Perhaps eternally, but seek
Tranquility.

Or will I simply walk with you
In sweet-smart cameraderie
Joining hands from East to West
Intimately….

Last Ditch

Have you felt invisible
Made from supernatural
Then unmade by someone’s lack?
So have some of us

We become as sunflowers, though
We watch for a flicker
We turn in accordance
We thrive in The Light

Mother Road

What is the name of that road? The spirit and purpose of it? The one we approach, day in and day out, without hesitation?

Familiar with the smell of it, the distractions, attractions and tourist traps along the way, but unsure, in the dark, where to turn when it’s time, finally time, for a rest stop.

Trust, we must, the touch. The feel of our wheels we were gifted, from The Road of all roads, The Mother.

The Cost

Herald horizon’s glow

The coming home

The glory of the toil

The warm haven waiting

For only you

And, because I once loved

I did, I know!

My heart breaks for you

Who’ll count the cost

To leave on heart lights

To stoke the soul’s fire

Who’ll sleep so alone