Sail

What’s your favorite recipe?

My favorite recipe has always been and still is:
One part enthusiasm
combined with
two parts love.

Why the whisper, so unspoken

The thoughts on pause, as if time’s broken

Puzzle pieces within song

Many breadcrumbs strewn along

Now, sails aloft and fear at bay

Plain and simple, may I say

Finished with all metaphors

I love you…here…my heart is yours

Photo Credit: Lisa Mae; FieryPhotography.com

Welcome Home

To touch — though trembling — my own regret
Or the parts of me about which I wish to forget

To steal back words I spoke from my unknown fears
And the squandered minutes that turned into years

To give only love to places that feel most hated
But allowing no ground when boundaries are debated

I sealed my yesterdays with fervency’s kiss
Then woke up tomorrow and carried out this

Guttural Cry

The movie house has shut its doors
The Nepalese cafe burned down
Some ocean somewhere lost its salt
Some mountain range fell to the ground

Our schoolhouse — just a memory
Our hometown, your address belies
Just you, just me, but never we
Just why won’t time become goodbye