Running Just to Lose Myself

Today—I can’t think—

that’s not actually true.

Today—I can’t focus

because I’m thinking of

—too many things—

but that’s not right either.

Today—there is One—

huge—thing—occupying

my mind and I’m trying

to run from it—from idea

to idea—stuffing different—

irrelevant—concepts

into my brain—to try—

to distract—to drown out—

to suffocate—that One thing.

And yet—it will—not—die.

Travel with Me to the Undiscovered Continent

Beyond the Country Unforeseen

Lie Mysteries for you and me.

Precious jewels: Unknown yet told;

Birth, Death, Life—but never Old. 

Oh, Death

A dangerous thing—

Courting one’s death.

The sweet whisper—of Wintergirls;

Angels—Tempting us—to Fly—

Soar to Sirenum Scopuli.

“Renounce the Spirit of Death”—

What I chose not to do.

That Spirit remains—

Enchanting—what might have been.

Along came a Singer;

Along came a Weaver;

And then—came you—

Another who had stood

Out on the Edge—Wait for me—

If I take—one more step—

Welcome your death—

He’s always waiting—nearby. 

A Hug in the Right Direction

Cafés—Parks—

His place—Mine—

All are fans

But I’m loath to commit—

Laughter—Tears—

Blithe and full—

Will his touch

Lead where Desires go?