If I
At the ocean
Awakened at last
From the stagnant, salty air
Did then
Cut loose and blessed
A once-tethered
False-flying
Prismatic princess
Would the gods of wind and sea
Worship me
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The Desk At Dusk
The so small
Details
He with her
She with him
In mind
Fall
That Winter and Spring
That glorious Summer
Those Days!
When I, with wings on my feet
And fire in my belly
Strode contented nonetheless
Though My Best Friend
Walked ahead sniffing and pulling
Whimpering, barking and biting
That Fall
Checkered
Leading
Chin first
Each day
Into the red
Through the crowds
I cannot recall
A single moment
That I regret
Even red flags
All
As if the faint screech
That is all I can utter
From this loyal and forlorn heart
Would provoke your thought
Summon your soul
Pleased
Square
Straight-on
Smack-dab in the middle
Smiling
First though
The trace of lines
Then of curves
Then lines again
The look down finally
Pleased
Hoping you were too
Star struck
His Frame
Sowing seeds
Since the start of time
With perfect will
Your reason and rhyme
Omnipower
Cloaked in love
Everywhere
And high above
Your frame we’ll find
If when we look
At Adam’s side
And your Good Book
Tangled in you
Our history
Serving truth
Oh please find me
Wax
That song where he whispers to start
This time there’s more than guitar for me to findIn the middle he pleads from his heart
As I memorize each slow-dance stepFinally he lets the drum lead to fade
To my whisper a screamed we’re alone
Adoration: A Haiku
When they’re done with you
When they’ve peeled themselves away
Find my hand again
Attendance
There Is much to care about
She decided softly, coming out of the sleep, hoping it’d be sun-filled today
No One can tell you you can’t
Too old to pretend there isn’t a timekeeper ticking, tsk-ing, somewhere
At all the actual missed, like yesterday’s newest flowers or the tea together
And the perpetual wish to cook something with saffron
The absence, the questions, the thoughts, the things she needs help with
Those photos for example
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