Fly

Red Words

Heart Echoes

I had a vision, palms up,
wings brushing against my spirit
robe tickling my feet
as he passed
and then walked back
and stood before me,
forgiving, after endless weeping,
pleading, calling of my name
in psalms and song
on nights when I wandered
in darkness, head bowed
searching for a father
who never knew I was alive
when the real one
was standing right here
in front of me, arms open,
just waiting to be adored.

~

Where Sadness Should Flee

I have run out of anger
for all of the third Sundays in June,
the unblown candles in April,
and absent memories
of you.

I have a song in my belly,
a lump in my throat,

and violins stealing my air.

Just let me sigh
at every bride
with you on her arm,

each touching scene
at the cinema
when every eye in the house
is dry,
but mine,

all the what if’s
and could have beens

and help me remember
when I fall,
when I am not worthy,
when everyone else fails me.

to look up
toward the one constant,
the glimmer of hope
swirling love

forgiving, eternal,
unconditional

love.

~

Endearing You

Night stars beaming through blue curtains
dancing to a half – illuminated moon
and I just sit here, in wonder,
wondering where we fit in
to the scheme of things,
counting every moment I have wasted,
away from you, every second, unaware.

In the morning, picking wildflowers.
barefoot, we, searching for sand dollars,
trading words for glances
and kisses for choruses of affection.
I will bring my harp,
you bring your flute of wood
and we’ll serenade the sky
until the cardinals come home.

~

Pinky Swear

This rain, a perfect disguise for weeping;
the two of us holding teacups with pinkies.
Youth, as quick as a soft candle, blowing
in air as sweet and sacred as fog.

~

Love Letter #12

You could not be any further
or closer to me; the weight of you
pressing in, bursting light,
pouring passion upon us
from every corpuscle.

You left, draped in red,
forgiveness in every pore,
and took my transgressions with you.
You left me with this sun,
bright and promising,
my future,
spelled out in constellations
that only you can see
and a winding, unpaved road
to get me there.

I have danced, stomped, crawled,
run, and walked backward,
with miles and miles to go
before I rest;
you, in my footsteps,
your voice in my head,
with one hundred twenty-one
reasons to stop,

but one perfect reason to stay.

I shall whisper it to you
with my last breath,
when I am laid, resting
in the comfort of your arms.

~

Name Dropping

L

There is an air of melancholy ,
blue skied and dawdling;
holding my thoughts for ransom
in a room full of adjectives and metaphors,

but, no coffee to speak of.

I looked at Pablo
and he looked back at me
and I knew it would be sighs
until breakfast

gathering flowers
and planting seeds of innuendo
under blushing cherry trees.

IL

A sunrise is like whispers
through my curtains
as I watch my lover sleep,
weeping at my fortune to have such a man;
second chances on a brand new April day.
This cardinal, tapping on the window
as if to say “do not waste the morning.”

Spring makes me think of Emily
and daffodils.

111.

This has been one of those days
when you sit on the front porch swing
(the one we were supposed to grow old on, )
asking yourself what you’ve done,
or haven’t.

Elizabeth and Robert Browning,
would pass the cream, starry-eyed,
and say, “You have loved,
and that, my dear, is enough for anyone.”

and they should know.

IV..

and one of those nights
when darkness leaps from the sky
and creeps in like a thief to steal your joy;

stars fading like lost periwinkles
in Summer,

like Sylvia’s glow
before February,
when a hundred thoughts a minute
spilled in ink

to read on days just like this.

~

Bodies, In Calligraphy

Lift your arms
and whirl delicate winds.

We don’t need
a compass
to navigate love

or a pretty invitation
penned in calligraphy

to ignite twin flames.

~

Rise Above It

Make it a Venti’

Don’t give it to me black.
Doctor it up
with words so sweet
I’ll get a cavity.

Spare no richness;
let the goodness swirl
like rumors,
like adrenaline
through cliche veins.

Pretty it up
and then take a snapshot
to be sure I won’t miss-

(they won’t miss)

one moment
of your morning glory.

~

and then, there was Light

We shared the downpour,
spoke of flowers,
a battered leather book

and how a light

through two boards
nailed together

could save the world.

~