Monday, October 26, 2015

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—
my mind and I’m trying
to run from it—from idea
to idea—stuffing different—
into my brain—to try—
to distract—to drown out—
to suffocate—that One thing.
And yet—it will—not—die.

Friday, October 23, 2015

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. 

Friday, October 16, 2015

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. 

Thursday, October 15, 2015

A Hug in the Right Direction

His place—Mine—
All are fans
But I’m loath to commit—

Blithe and full—
Will his touch
Lead where Desires go?