How you fought for me
Warrior, Peacemaker, You
With bloodied knuckles



I am an appointment
Admittedly one for which you and I
Know not the time or the place
You will show, dear one
On time
On purpose, I am
Not a side-trip or just-passing-through
The destination you charted and planned
You will know my name
With time
The neighborhood, am I!
The where you grew up and longingly miss
The haunt of where you’ve not yet lived
You will call me Home
In time
Angel
Sliding
Across familiar strings
And 'round
And down
To where,
To these ears
Seems hallowed ground
Singing softly about you
I love you
I think he is Red
I think he’s Mad as all Hell
I think he’s impressed
We betray ourselves
Should we seek a loving heart
Yet look not within
Is your kiss
Conditional
Upon my curves
Withheld
But for my smile
Or will you
Take
The flats of me
Steal
My stoicness
He
With a clarinet voice in June
On a lone sun day sang his joy us tune
What a gift was he
Me
On a journey that won’t end soon
Thru windows without strings calling the moon
He’ll remember me
Big thoughts as the sky
Calm hand on my thigh
Unafraid to tell why
Looks into my eyes
Myself I’d deny
Takes me where he flies
Not you