Lonely Canyons and Other Journeys


Woman


Woman, in your laughter is the music
of the eternal fountain of life.
Listen to its plunge into the pool
as it splashes joyously and laughs.

I have dipped the vessel of my heart
into the unsullied and refreshing water.
I came to you as a barren stranger
and let your resonance pierce my loneliness



Seek the Quiet Morning

I seek our quiet mornings
when the waves have washed away
the trampling footprints of yesterday
and as your hands grasp mine
and tell me its ok
on this quiet morning.

To hold you is to feel I am lovable,
A lifelong hesitancy and doubt
As intrinsic within as breathing
So rigid and dogmatic and frozen
Can I ever love myself?
My soul aches to be healed.





Instantly in Tune

We were instant friends,
no word being spoke,
A union without a touch
an elusive energy.

We were together in tune,
with some distant frequency,
was it a earth harmonic
or a manifest plan.

Just enough to warmly kiss your lips,
and daring to gaze into your eyes
I sensed the perfect pitch
that being together has meant.





Silent Streets


At this moment I am all alone,
no noise except the rhythm of my heartbeat.
A heart that no one knows what I ponder.
No lips to capture what my lips are longing to say,
No eyes to observe the message in my face
No ears to listen to my heart.
I have walked down enough silent streets.
I am afraid to love lest I lose the fantasy,
That never really came true.
Are you the first crocus,
promising the demise of winter
granting a pardon to my spirit.




Color My Sunset Sky

Your smile is like flowers
bringing joy to my soul.
A spring flower awaits
its kiss from the dawn
as I look for you
at the start of my day.

Your voice is a rustle
of the standing pines.
Swaying and soft
to my awaiting ears.
I long to hear you
filling my perception.
The storms of the past nights
are crowned with golden peace
Clouds come floating into my life
from other days no longer to shed rain
or usher storm but to give
color to my sunset sky.




About Face

I see a stranger every morning,
Who is that strange countenance?
Whose face is older and grayer?

Yet a faint smile creases his lips.
When he was cheerless and dim
Just a few months ago, now finds peace





Down On The Interstate

Exits rush by,
Faster than my tears
You and I,
In opposite directions.
Down on the interstate

my training wheels
you kicked away
a wobble,
then a plunge
Down on the interstate

Till then
I never saw it coming
Missed that
Time to be second in the race
Down the interstate

A new vehicle
Something has run me over
Sucked out my breath
Gasping and hurt I lay
Down on the interstate





Imperceptable

On barren soil the seed did lie
dormant among the rocks
courage thrust its head
above the sterile ground.

The frosty land has had a visit.
An icicle had begun the slightest melt,
an imperceptible thaw,
a faint stirring.

In the quiet dawn this morning,
God has set in motion,
A revival of my soul
And of my spirit.


Thank you
.

And Time Passes

It is not love now I fear, but a life without it.
With every pounding in my heart,
as my lungs swell
in
and
out,
and time passes,

I know that yesterday
will never come back and tomorrow will
not be forever
in
and
out
and time passes

But my dream I dream holds a vision
And the waves progress
on the barren sand
in
and
out
And time passes

And say the words, and say the words
In some childhood hiding place
The old tears wait patiently
in
and
out
And time passes



Gods Great Grand Strand

The ocean knows our story,
as flowers and sand surround,
a movement of infinite change
outside our window tumbles.

Upon Gods grand great strand,
It was so timeless and simple.
between man and a woman,
and castles built of rock not sand

Though rain squalls surround us,
it can not dim the glow
Nor fill my thirst
For your kind tenderness

You have not left me,
when you are gone away.
Our ocean mist still lingers
as your kisses live inside my heart.






Somewhere Tonight

I view the night sky and remember,
The night wind swirls and sings,
lonely words that fill my soul,
I miss you so, more than you know.

Tonight, I write these sad lines,
To suppose that I have lost her,
and my heart is shattered,
I shiver in this plays quietness.

The silence, more than crushing,
So severe in its recklessness,
it pounds my sullen spirit,
and spins the void tightly.

This is a sad, somewhere night.
When family is shredded,
Moved so far away,
someday, somewhere tonight.





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