Perceptions

The Sun, as she sets, sighs to the New Moon:
“You’ve the right to not love me, but I fell to your swoon.”

That Tide, ebbing slowly, seems to tease the gold Shore:
“I’ve welcomed your warmth but I seek Something more.”

In the meantime, Earth’s Hearts sense these rhythmic rains;
“We’ll dance, most courageous, with Passion and Pain.”

Volition

I’m saying, When Will

Fully believing that You Will

Because I know that you know that We Will

Give our hearts to each other in Good Will

As we walk through life’s wonderment At Will

When you ask me, best believe I’ll say I Will 

 

Your Name

Yes to just you
Remind me your name
Let us dress fancy
Strut down grand stairways 
Dance in the dust of once-hallowed halls
Both end up barefoot with no news of our shoes
Yes I’d be honored 
Remind me your name

Shouldn’t We

We should lean back

And feel the thrill escape one another 

In a scream

In a giggle 

As we hide, half buried in the amber-copper canvas

And wait 

And watch

For the inexplicable supernatural 

Shouldn’t we 

Fleece

Thin red ribbon ’round its nape

So white you’ll wear ’round yours

Shallow breath

They’ll see your shine

And not think you’ve dark doors

Blame its bright and fault its fleece

Fool a million minds

Open wide your stained soul’s gate

And empty’s all they’ll find