she passed her day in the sun gone

took up with the clouds in the sky

I guess

one day here I could touch

then just not here the next

where she went I long to know

but my heart went with her

then, and now

I wish i hadn't heard nor witnessed such stories,
so painful in so many ways.
Few are mine and other by people so wounded
from betrayal  and lies yet their hope is not lost.
With sadness in their voice and fear in their eyes
they stand.
With gracious heart they believe it's another chapter
to a never ending story and so did i.
Surely a happy ending depends where you stop
telling a story and that might be something to give
hope but also might bring destruction.
Reality does not compromise with reckless dreams
nor to petty excuses, i know that now.

They anticipate she writes
when insult their cat o' nine tails
and an officer with a retort
but yesteryear she tucks away her blues  
and she's an inspiration with Jedediah
for a casual acquaintanceship inherently  
or irreverently entwine anyway
as any foibles of hers are bare
with clement she need to see there
far and away ever a man alive again.

lay dead . do not speak nor ask for   fear.

lay quiet. do not write nor tell. there    are

new shoes by the wardrobe.     at an angle.

still. do not move nor participate in  any

way.

do not breathe, nor cry. there are    new

shoes by the wardrobe,            new shoes.



sbm.

The ship is sinking
and the women and children
are still on board,
but the lifeboats have been taken
and the ******* Captain,
he ain't letting any more board.

One day soon
in this unknown country
where our dreams shout
and jump ship,
a train will come
and it will arrive full-steam
ahead, and full of resisters
looking to take the Captain's head.