My morning cup, filled
The wonder! Why in the world
That this could be so
Would we allow it
Our eyes and mind be lifted
And we’d rise with Him
What might we share?
Except for some source of light
And the cello muse
I won’t pretend to know
Though
I like soft things
You like the edge
I’m drawn to abbeys
You’re from the deep
I flirt with irreverence
You respect me
So maybe we could stand
A day or year
A treaty, here
Find peace
Decide
Praise The Rock from which The Water flows
Not far from Jordan
Ease toward my ease
Our optimism merging
Our decisions one
May I melt into you at sunset, when our day is done, and the deep — delicious, as a buffet — lies before us?
Will you walk with me into that starred-space, wish upon the seconds with me, and show me what courage in the dark can accomplish?
Battle with me — and sometimes, for me — fellow-dreamer, in those in-between hours, then soothe my mind when I wake to the day
So again I may slay 
Walk first, if you must
Though eyes downcast, chin up, love
Always, your chin up
“I love you with every bit of my heart,” and I went on and on
Some pleading to an audience of none
“You would’ve always been the only man for me. You renewed my hope and changed my life. I was so excited about us. We were going to love and take care of each other for the rest of our lives — yes? I was working hard to become a better version of myself….”
Then some seedling
Sown, thankfully
Sprung from beneath the freeze
Reminded me
In reality
Was and were and what would’ve been
Were as empty husks
A thorny nowhere, to which you dropped me
Fields of memories from some cliff you chose
This, my grain, my daily bread
Seedling, know, you saved the hour
Today I’ll reap none pain-filled breath
Whether you’ve fallen,
or leaped so to rise anew,
here you are. Now what?
We’ve all these -isms
Seeking meaning and purpose
Why neglect to Love?
Walk as Slow Ember
Lava Glowing
Dance now, Demure Firework
Eternal Flame
Perfect Poetry
Run to me, Fiery
What sustains you, friend?
And, as one eternally tethered to the We that is you, too
I care not of the answer
Unless it entreats you
Go the distance, scale the heights!
For lengths you gain at our expense
Whether dirt road or Wall Street
Are, in fact, as ten steps back
Photo Credit: Tiger R.; age 12