But when the time is right, when
the moon cries on autumn leaves,
I want to be your bard, your song,
to be your smile, to be your wine….  

May sweetness drip upon your lips,
let softest zephyrs lift your hair
A poet’s hand to hold in yours,
a poet's voice caress your soul….

And when the singing time is done,
when shadows flee to winter's end
When springtime's blossoming’s begun,
the summer poet's song is sung….

When Shadowlands’ dark moon’s arisen,
my joy you’ll be to sing my heaven
And when my kiss has gather’d yours,
then love’s not lost—in truth, is given

Do I bleed because
I hold the lovely rose,
Or is the rose so lovely
because I bleed to hold it

It's early in the day—
I can do this if I hurry,
take it down before the sevens
turn the day to tens and twos....
I had the strangest dream
early by the eve's dark light
I don't remember much,
wasn't meant to, not at all
I don't think so, lest I tell—
Risk a future where that night
becomes a well-remembered past
I don't remember much at all....
Might I fathom only feelings,
and the gift she offered me—
But one image yet remains,
like halos 'round and 'round
the summer moon at midnight,
before a wetted morn in fall....
That photograph remembered,
figure lithe and gayly dancing,
clothed only in soft light,
dusky grey and silver dawn....
Her truth, my joy, and proof—
Living proof that we believed

Going up or coming down,
be not dizzy going ‘round
On the roof or on the staircase,
always seeking, often loving
Let our hearts be light and true,
never trapped nor earthly-bound
Meet me often in the spiral,
meet me once on hallowed ground
There our cares shall be forgotten,
there our sweet embrace be found
There our final song be spoken,
there our eulogy be sung
Let the bells toll out our courage,
let the mourners cry aloud
We won't be there, will we darling,
we won’t stay to hear the sound
They may linger in remembrance,
we'll be dancing on a cloud

The air I breathe this morning,

wafted through your room last night,

crept in on cat’s paws softly,

caressed your rising breast,

took something from your heart,

left faint glowworms in its wake,

sought out my desolation and,

washed me gently in your grace

Would all our paths be so sublime,
and beauty fill our blessed time
Yet rocky trails seem always
on our minds, so I’ll follow you
on yours, and you on mine….

I walked my route from dawn to sleep,
seeing much, and missing more,
the days were long and costly,
with dreams between, some troubling,
some deep, and heard the music playing
Softly it sang to me from somewhere
just behind, and so I turned,
and seeing a soft blue light, I stared,
more closely than I dared,
and found an angel standing there
"Have you been following me," I asked
“All your life and more,” she said
“Are you my angel,” I wondered, not aloud
But, "I’m not yours, you cannot keep an angel”
Just then I noticed the girl,
the one whose hand the angel held,
and surely as the moon cries on broken waters,
I knew she meant more to me than life
I knew not who she was, but remembered
her lovely face, had seen her in my dreams

“What’s your name,” I whispered, 
“You’re lovelier than stardust”
“Joy,” she whispered back to me,
“And stardust’s what I am, and so are you"
“Why have you been following me,” I asked
“But it’s you who’ve followed me,” she said
Suddenly, the world turned blue and green,
and crimson-hued, and shifted in its orbit,
stars redirected their intent….
It woke me from my dream, but nothing changed,
only my perspective, and I saw that it was true,
what she had said, we’d been following
each other, and so, for a long while, we walked 
our paths together, and ventured to hold hands
And when we did, the veil was pushed aside,
and everything (not quite, but enough) came clear,
and I saw beside me a being of the Light,
of reddish tint, whose eyes seemed to shine
He looked everywhere, at me, at Joy, at the 
angel beside her, and at the endless road before us

“Are you my angel,” I asked, this time aloud
“I’m not yours but I’m here for you,” he replied
And I knew from memories so far behind, his Name
“You’re the singer, aren’t you,” I dared to question
“Not just yours, but your companion’s too”
"The path before you, yours and Joy’s,
will need much light and love and music, too
You two have far to go together, never let her go”
And then and there I resolved, that even when 
she didn’t know it, I’d hold her tight
I learned my name that day, while angels
walked beside us, the name I never knew 
before but sought from every corner
of the world, in every place of beauty and of sin
I’d been seeking truth, but my search 
should have been within, not without, 
For I was called Truth, and Truth and Joy
were meant to walk the universe together
You cannot find one without the other,
and together they made a child,
that eternal child called Love

For as much as you are my Joy,
would that I could be your Truth
Side by side and hand in hand,
I want only to walk with you

It’s 6:24 on a Thursday morn,
and I can hear the city workmen
carting off the broken pieces
of our throw-away lives,
the stained and ***** secrets
we thought we got rid of so easily
by simply tossing them into those bins
thoughtfully provided for the purpose
But we never think about where it all ends,
our broken pieces and soiled yesterdays,
piled together in a field somewhere,
waiting patiently to become the soil
that nourishes our tomorrow