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
It is an unexpected hour
Not too late
Not too early
Enough light so that we can still hear
So go back and look again
Do you see the soft shadows asking
Don’t disengage
Do you feel the air giving
Reasons to stand
Listen
To learn
Avoiding the urge
To run
Dwell there
To rise
Where once you struggled
To walk
Listen
To learn
Or else be pulled back
To pain
Maybe
More than once
You’ll stand alone
Stand
Many
More than me
Your call will heal
Call
This stand
This call
Your tribe
Forge
What never started
Is over
Because it had to
Be
Be
Being
Am
Is
I leave
This
At
That
As with the look in need
The reaching out
And switching off
The bedside light
A calming tell-tale moment
Came
Quietly
Thankfully
For a fleeting flash
That noise
Was graciously
Over
No one
And their apology is coming
To hold my heart
To stroke my hair
How the twisting
The imprinting
With the counterfeit
Occurred I don’t know
I need you
Sleeptalker
Tell me
Why tell me
A matter of time
A granted taken away
Will eventually provoke
Your feathers
A heart that would
Do as yours wouldn’t
Is made
And cover blown
Swim away you will
Pursuer
Or crack you Stubbornest
Shred my heart in the square
