I know
I am nothing
More
Mere smashed-up, shattered pottery
An impermanent cup, long since buried
Serving as drainage
For your pretty backyard garden flowers
Then when I finally drink
From the cup that is not shattered
The cup that matches yours but is intact
I
See I am the mosaic labyrinth in you
I
The nutrients, light and sweet rain for you
I
The height and beauty of you
I
The reason they wish to pluck you
I
The breath-stealing scent of you
Each and every day
Is more beautiful, thank God
And less full of you
I believed, I believe, in you. I touched the edges of the shadow of you that I found myself in.
I knew, I know, you’re on purpose. I was promised a plan and your arms just so happened to reach ‘neath my path.
I wanted, I want, to walk onward. I treasure the somehow-spilled-from-you pieces as I journey.
I mean for you to become as the ether
Where I, with unwilling wings
Content not to soar, reach
Or grasp
Dance in the green, green grass
I cast a spell upon your senses
Where I, with unyielding heart
Serenity’s scent on my smile
And your ears straining
Sing and you’ll not taste a note
Numb I have become
From the needle you’re holding
And you back away
Damn all that I want
The seconds, their rhythm
How perfect they seem
The song they sing
As though you are here
Championing their entrance
Into the hours, the Days
Please, desert rose
Emerge into my life
Remind me it's Summer
Again, again
Pray, sagebrush field
Feed my lungs steadfast
Keep me and know that I crave
Arid air
The Poem, The Symphony
And The Crazed
I knew
Out there
All
Meant Everything
To me
You’ll be frozen in time
And if the past may serve
As an indication
I’ll be hurled forward, upward
With lightning’s speed
I at ninety-something years
And you at something less
(Though an old soul nonetheless)
Staring at my golden scraps
Through your monocle glass
What words are we, then
What sounds, what sights
What wrongs did we choose to correct
What hands did we not fail to hold
What love, of only this, I’m sure
I dreamed last night a calico cat
Scampered up to me
And my big, drooling, happy dog
Of a life!
Was it you?
If so, I badly want to say your name,
But won’t,
So, cat…
Why your lame leg
Why’d you pay no mind
To the hindered, big, back foot of you
What do you wish I’d leave behind
And pay no mind to, too?
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