until
we are
dreaming
the same dream
until
we are
on the same page
i will
keep at this
i will
continue
to write
and revise
until
i get it right
Tag: verses
poem
This is what we do. We clean up. We sing like strangers. We open a window now and then for advice. We change paths when they lose their way. We bargain for one more hour of light. We make our wounds less noticeable. We find a dream that fits. We exchange glances that don’t. We get smooth. We get covered up. We fall away and come together. We get it right now and then. We get reckless for a while. We clean up again.
poem
i sing
for the dreamers
who never once
closed their eyes
and for
all the lovers
who have no use
for disguise
for those
who became legends
without so much
as goodbye
for all of
the saviors
who never once
called in favors
and for those
who are strangers
in spite of the dangers
of being unknown
for so long
you all
have a place
in my song.
poem
in a climate of hunters we became prey. out in the headlights we lost our way. did you not see the signs. did you see the threshold. once we were crossed, we forgot we were bold. time was much louder then. as were we. could nothing restore what we meant to be. no escape. no remorse for our public display. living. working. dreaming. the hunters are on their way.
poem
this is
where i am today
not beyond
or between words
though they may
seem too small
they contain me
just as you do
and yet
i take as much space
as i can
and yet
you expand
until I am gathered
safely in
dreaming of
new words
to contain you.
Poem
This is a time for exile. A time when insomnia makes sense and any light is welcome. This is a time when weather pauses for silent reflection and songs repeat themselves for fear of being misunderstood. This is a time for discretion and decay. A time to delete all you can until you are back to the body and soul you came in. A time for beginnings you can believe in.
Poem
This time of year, there are no peaches. All the trees are in various stages of undress. And the moon tends to drink too much and talk too loud. This time of year, you need a secret alphabet. Legal counsel for all affairs of the heart. And a crisp, clean alibi for anything you might do. This time of year, I count down the days. I leave the candles alone. I wear your name again.
