I am derelict
Heaven sent
Down in the puddle
With my eyes to the sky
I'll never forget the feel of your secret silk
As it slipped through my fingers
All of the light in the world
Captured between our parting gaze
Sacred soul fire raging
Then in a whisper dying out
Lucky me I kept the spark
Enough to keep burning
Long after you have been gone

Worn rough below my eyes
Growing without apology
9 months of love
My face has stayed warm
Thanks to you, beard
Storms fall weak to you
The wind a faint tickle
A smile in disguise
Your warm embrace
Has held me captive
Cheers to many more days
Of hugging my face

Blowing candles
Twenty and nine
The supposed last joyous year of youth
I still feel 12

Many sorrows
Many great blessings
Ribbon together in bright May pole colors
This beautiful weaving of my life
I wear it close, this art work
For even the tiniest of words
Have effected it's pattern

*Our age should mean no more than acquired wisdom
Like fine wine we sip on memories
I am no different
A toast to you Birthday Girl
Make a wish for me

Our relationship with the Earth
Can be defined by two choices
Parasitic or Symbiotic
We choose to be fleas
*Why not choose to be Pilot fish?

I want to orchestrate a collage of every mistake
Of all the broken bones of my past
The gnarled roots I grew incorrectly
Twisted metal of permanent choices

Music will remind me to stay present
Bones will rattle with a stronger future
My roots will show of perseverance
Metal a foundry of choices I refuse to rebuild