Drinking wine by candle light
Small flame that might've
toasted music
Holding off instead
a flood of grief
Some wall I must retain
Some hope I still maintain
called life
...or was it love or...

one of those foolish things....

It's not important now
I am not known for caving-in
complaining
Not one for asking
nor for needing much
to hold my own...

I just need everything--

Boundless days of youth
forever slipping  
Only one dream yet remains

Wash over  
tender tide
The sea has found the breast
Seals it with its mouth
a hunger
lunging toward its home
of earth-warm woman
a deep surround

Longing there to cry
to take her back
to take it out on all
the taking

hurt of it
the bitter
and the knowing
loss of song

I can't recall

...The music that I cannot make
for lack of everything

They came out of the dark wilderness..
My solitude and my peace..
Some of my thoughts will sometimes drift to them..
These shadows come and go..
A strange peace indeed..
In darkness where everything can be seen..
As if there were light but truly there wasn't..
Thats what the dark wilderness is..
A wild darkness untainted by hate or malice..
True darkness..
Its where my solitude and peace come from..
Its where they will return..
Along side me someday.   .. . . . . .. .           .. .       . .. . . . .. .