You

You were the vision in a dream, wearing shadows of unwary verve, The phantom bearer of a gilded cup of milk and honey unreserved. You were the hope from loves consumed, keeping time from turning in regret, An overture to perfect skies of blue that carry bliss with grief bereft. You are a child of…

Why I Write

‘Why do you write?’ is the question. Simple on the surface, but a can of worms underneath, and it is a question I am all too familiar with, and unreasonably troubled by. When I tell someone that I write, ‘What do you write?’ or its variations come first, followed closely by that three-letter interrogative inquest…

I Will Never; I May Yet

I will never stand among the famous Kopites, Wave red banners and scarfs above the thunderous kop end, Belting out “You’ll Never Walk Alone” along with loyal thousands, And watch our Egyptian King, Mo weave through rivals on the green. I will never get to shake the hand of Stevie G, The man who showed…

A Little Drunk

When you're still a little drunk, and the lust has faded, and the stark realization of what you've done comes like a crashing wave, then you feel the familiar hurt, which you know like you know the back of your hand once again, and the crashing wave pulls your eyes downward, and you feel the…

To Trust Again

"It's not that I don't care. Don't you understand? Of course, I do. It's just, there are things in my life that I care about too, things that I need to care about, and I simply can't leave everything behind and let my life revolve around you, no matter how much I want to. You…

Nights of Silence

The ages grow long between the nights of the silence, and the darkness grow deep In this ever-expanding gallery, displaying scenes from movies never made, Playing songs never sung, and snuffing out the candles never lit. The self-destruction of a self-portrait, painted by the crooked hands of separation, Long-distance, short-sighted, the fix on momentary counterfeit…

On Sundays We Go to Church

I leave the church, and I wander for a time through the chaos and the fire. The world that I knew, that I remember, is gone, like years had passed while I was still within, where time remains still, while the world moves ever onward, onto a hazy red rapture, always steady, never slowing, eating…

Sunday Night Blues

It’s not the moon that brings the Sunday night blues, It’s not the stars that bare these old scars. Keep me from falling asleep, ‘cause I don’t know what comes after, And keep the light on so I see, for I fear the night might swallow me. Oh baby, don’t leave my sight. Speak softly,…

Seeds of Dandelion

The rivers sing the odes of the ocean, and the breeze the lullabies of the trees. The winter sun remoulds the frozen figures of the night, and the mother shapes the child with her endless love. The gentle voice and touch of a beloved fans the glowing embers of a heart, and the love ignites…

Not So Bad

His life is not so bad in fairness. He has no special grief to speak of, Nor heartbreak or damning sorrow; Sunrise finds him living, and the night, Going through the usual little deaths; His cups and plates are not empty And his road ahead is far from barren; He has love and love to…