Where…my mind’s eye searches for
…just a footprint, a proof.
Like a phantom limb haunts
Dares me to remember
Why…did it flee and what fear
…stole it and stripped my blood
Of the warmth it once shone
Of evidence of the glee
All…interrogatories
…are irrelevant now
All that matters is That
I reclaim what is mine
From several floors below
You scream to me for dear life
A deep, earnest, raspy plea
And although I cannot tell exactly what you need from me
The beautiful desperation in your voice
Has awakened me finally and I will give you all that I have
Where might I stand to be sheltered from safety
Danger is dancing on the horizon tonight and I dare you to say whether it’s dawn or twilight
I tell it to teach me the good trails to take
The Secret trails to take
Where, when I weave and travel as danger does now, others stare and plead “take me too”
And if they’ve truly electric in their veins, then I can
We’ll go and we’ll stay
And we’ll dance
We’ll teach and we’ll weave
While we travel
Far East at First
If I speak of the longing
Does it negate my peace?
I want not to owe joy any debt
And what of the absence
For these one million nights
Ought I think that I don’t deserve rest?
When I’m down on my knees
Asking God to hold you
Lest I fail to place your heart most high
A far part of me knows
From your eyes and your prose
You’ll arrive in answer to my sigh
Consider the heartbeat
The “Yes” of each pound
The hope in between
The thrill of its rush
The smile in its calm
The “Hello” of the first…and the last
There is a particular someone
A nobody I know exists
If just in my mind
A jokester and kind, whose pure walk I cannot resist
I bid in vain -live in a new heart
Inhabit another soul’s plans
It’s my own fault I know
For each place that I go, I seek out that voice and those two hands
I will surrender
To the crazy way you say
The concerted, intense
Way you say your nameI’ll first speak it out loud
Clear into your ear
You’ll tell me louder
What that makes you feelI’ll murmur it again
In a nonchalant way
A cool, collected
Nonchalant wayIf it’s the last thing I do
I’ll surrender you will say
I know why you kicked against bone
And keep closing doors
Since forever you’ve felt
The taste of that disdain
The smell of this fear
Your young mouth too green
To know the right words
To ask it to end
So you’ve kicked against bone
And you keep closing doors
I read yellow ink
It’s a gift that I have
Put down your crayon kid
We’re on our way home
I fall asleep
With windows open
And curtains blowing
You’re next to me
Soothing these sheets
I want the way
Your special air
Wafts ‘cross my skin
And weaves itself
Down through my lungs
My life with you
Brings deeper laughs
Plus lines as proof
I’m closer to
The sky and Sun
I’m forced by you
To train harder
Commit longer
Wear certain shoes
And gaze further
I’ll let you in
And lay you down
And sing to you
With clarity
Brought only from
Up here on high
Now feels slow.
And what say you?
Will you be letting me walk right up and peer inside the expanse of your wide windows, all at a snail’s pace to learn?
Are you actually relaxing in there?
I drive reckless at times.
But straight enough to read your billboards on the road. They scream to me Talk Me Down, Category 5, Whirlwind At Work.
How many feathers need I blow?
And in what direction?
May I help calm your soul, pull you safely inside where, at the very least, you can put back on the gloves?
