this story has more holes in it than
can be counted on one hand, which a man
can be counted as lucky, if he has more than a right one,
this story has a beginning and an end,
climaxes many times, rather than a few,
this story is beyond genre,
this story is not out of print,
some are getting it I see the glint
in your eyes, after all this is the inter-
net, more than fishers of men
but this story is not that story,
I know an almost doctor name Lori
she would examine this story,
for change,
for content,
for the cheif complaint,
this story is old and getting older
by the seconds, and has not had any firsts yet,
this story is a more than the riddle written here,
this story will not end anytime soon,
for if it did this piece would stop...like this...



©DWE022014

where will you be when the sun crests my horizon,
where will you be so I can lay eyes on,
where will you be waiting.

When the sun rises so do my hopes and my fears,
when the sun rises I dry my tears,
when the sun rises I rest.

as the day flies past so fast, where will you be,
as I eat my meager meal with no appetite, where will you be
as I see the busyness of the world around me I wonder, where will you be

Will I see you before a thousand sunsets,
Will I see you or is this just one of life's tests,
will I ever see you, that glimmer when I chase the horizon.

vessels like roadways
surround the heart of
my inner silly, these days,
cells drive slower and fast
working hard red, in the face
sunrise to high noon too last
                                              light.

all limbs move freely, come what may,
dance with chaotic steps and strides,
eyes on every street corner are the way
of the beholder, to take it in and hold
it safe and sound, valued bits and bytes
more so than those who are boldly told
to sleep not here or there but on the ground.

It is the inner silly where I live and breathe,
walk and roll up my sleeves to get returns
on my invested time.  It is the inner silly
where I work at play watching my step
recording  it all down hoping I can get
away,
          flying low so my wingtips touch

the dreamy waters, that may refresh,
my  mind to let my inner silly be respected
and free, to freeze that image forever,
to be be pasted on my window to be
seen each time I lose sight
of my Inner Silly.

Stop humiliating me with your humidity. So gray.

Nimbus travelers, where did you get impolite
fake happy faces, cover the sky, dim the light,
drop not a drop, of rain, of rain.  So dry.

Stop trying to hide behind one another,
Where is the blue sky, blue like no other?,
You are a cloud after all, and will evaporate.

Yet in what I see reflected back at me is all my
loss, shapes that show my failures, in each sly,
hidden crevasse, which tempts a fall into the sky.


©DWE082013

Doctor gave me the news, it was a good
time to buy new running shoes,

Feet slap and screech with each stride,
Biomechanic required to repair the ride,

Pounds shed I no longer dread pounding,
lightly on concrete or asphalt, grounding,

My turbulent times, no reason or rhyme,
To the day, my thoughts have plenty of time,

To play as I run away from home, smiling,
So pleased to be alone among the crowd, filing,

On and off busses, engines make noises like cusses,
Cars eating people, personalities seated in trusses,

For their own safety,

While heels kick back, legs move at the speed,
and pace where there is always sound and greed,

To be first to run the red-light but
On my heart right to that red line,

Hamstrings cry taute like strings,
My mind wanders to many things,

To some people, to a person,
Beckon me run, all that way

And I will.

How did I get here? at least a year in the making,
took on the job, it was a terrible mess of an undertaking,

If I can do it so can you,
Don't wait till your fifty four,
Start when your thirty nine,

Write down all that you eat,
You recognize each day the feat,

To stop eating, at the right point.

Get enough sleep,

Aerobic activity, found a
British study from, London see?

Muscular mobility, range of motion
under load agree, let me, ask you,

What did you do as a child, how did
you have physical fun, what did you
do in your youth, not to relive the pain,
and the strain of bad coaching or none.

Capture your life as first prize
in the only race that counts,
living to beat of the distant drum,
you run I will follow,
you set the pace, I will holler
your arrival, to set your rival,
Death on his heels,
we will chase him back the way,
he came, that will be your claim,
"Raced Death and Still Running"

waiting here,
baiting my breath
the sweet taste of wine
loosens my lips
waiting for what'
waiting here
sating my mood
with any food
to taste
and lay
waste to the
staleness
I have become.

Moments
prized and
realized gain
arrived pain
now fully felt,
through skin, like
fabric padded,
fatted not draped
like a discarded
memory or
muscle miscue
as I miss the
mark once and
again.

dullshooter, not sharp
propelled blindly
out my door, into
the day
light mood darkened;
not by shadow,
not by sightless,
not by faith,
for what little
I have I must
share.

Of all these things
buried in me,
my own grave.
Riches?
The pit is full.

In from the cold
Go Home I was told,
done with a vocal cool,
tone, I walked away
               the total fool.

The command
was not from
                       up above,
not in peace with
an olive branch and dove.

There was voice...
in the frosty air
  words hung dispassionate
                               there,
right in front of my face.

I walked swiftly, pull my collar
up against the chill at my back.

Opening the door
I took to the stairs,
in spirited haste,
                   bounding up,
Eager...
my fierce intentions
were on my face,
I was keen to leave the
mean spirited world behind ME.

Hungry for you,
every room I looked in,
was empty, but
there were signs,
every where  that
kept me searching for YOU.

You had been here,
the fiery trail was
plain to see, still
warm
to the touch. Moving ME.

Then it... went lukewarm
and then was gone
with it too my
                        ... *ardent love

Hide
me quick,
hide,
me fast,
not sure how much longer my freedom
                                                to write
                                                 will last,
they
are after,
my emotions,
they
are after,
my books,
they
are before
me waiting till I fall, tripping over my own feet as I watch out for them
or fall asleep, leaving my door, my mind, my words unlocked,
they will steal them all
if the have their way
they are the Chasers,
they are the (NSA),
they are 1984, 30 years late,
and I am old and slow, but I have 'em
fooled, for I have been
re-tooled...oh and, sorry about the rust.

piles of paper over my head
cover the box I lay in,
to do not, is to cause dread,
become the administative burden,
to carry around,
but never get carried away,
trundle, then bundle cellulose
fibre in a fundle,
measuring the fundal height of...


the pregnant pause, each time I am
supposed to pick up the phone,
can't go it alone, standing up for
  somebody else, who is unable
                        actually disabled,
"Just Like Someone Without Mental
Illness Only More So"  

drawers of receipts climbing over
one another to be fed to the
                           shredder,
unfiled file folders, holding older
paper dreams, paper woes,
Origami folds, of the forgotten projects,
cranes, phone receivers, and say
isn't that a heart...my heart,
clumsy feet, clumsy fingers,
cluttered mind, to much paper to bind,
up and hold together, the edges of the
paper cuts, that bleed the last of the free
dreams, the nice dreams, the two week
vacations dreams, buried under reams,
of aging paper,
                        no point to be a paper chaser,
                         set the phaser on ****,
                          and send it with the will,
                            or ... send in the clowns, there has to be clowns,
                              maybe I'll get around to it next year.

The tangle of roots and dirt in my eyes,
remove my sight, so how can I a sinful
man
think clearly.

Oh the soul is saved and I savour eternal
life that I find reading my muse, how then
does
happiness escape.

Everyday.

Joy, joy, joy down in my heart.
It is there, I found it. Elusive,
though confound it.

Under the ground,
under the weather,
under control,
who holds the tether?

If each month has thirty pounds
we are at 660 pounds and 540
more to go, this is the weight
of our lives.

Burdened.

Not free to be me,
dancer with flat feet,
not free to be me,
writer with a dry well,
not free to be me,
musician who can
                              not understand
what he sees not.  

Score and scale
score and scale
good for what ails ya.

Take note.

now for the positives...

eyes downcast and heart heavy,
thoughts move slowly and march
far away, east of here,                                                       Newtown, CT
the echoes ring throughout,
how far could the bells be heard?

Get out and away from,
the reality of unreal TV.
Get out of that ****** spot,
where you always rest.

Use less and leave more, by
taking action with care.
Re-defined purpose of all that
you possess, outside and in.

Give away and choose need, over
waste and want.
Think twice of what you buy or
buy into, be sure.

Cycle and cycle again, until it is gone
more or less.
Plant seeds of visible hope, beyond
your horizon.

Out and down, is garbage out from garbage within...
get moving!
Out-of-doors invest time, b r e a t h e
be inspired.

Inspire others, most of all, learn
to give, accepting self, in and of community,
their love too.

Is it like the clouds in a blue sky,
With colours that don't occur,
Is it seeing, moving people blur,
When they are standing right beside
You.

Is it when all goes wrong, anger burns
the blood in your veins, like a fuse,
you clench your fists, but do not choose,
the violence we are all capable, to discern
the cost.

:-)

Is it,... is it when you look and see,
Something that no one else can,
Until you show them how to, they can,
Step into your skin, out of their complacency,
for ever.


©DWE082013

the flame that bends,
drawn by a vacuum,
kindle that carefully,

the nose of a dog,
with more glands,
and more glands,

than the human nose,
                          shows,
there are so many things,

too, where we are not the pinnacle yet
we thrive on and can be,
a guess at best, and include the unknown,

there is a foil
the unknown
has it as a foil,

but beware,
this one is a killer,
just ask the cat...

Have I got you ...
Or are you furious,
At how easy this was,

Try painting a Vermeer,
Using a mirror,
don't rush, use a brush too,

Do illusion, with light
refraction and reflection,
Tell me, after you see Penn and Tell..er,

Magic... illusion ...
Genius...all find a home,
it could fill a tome,

to define,
to expand,
on curiosity,

like thermal dynamics
and liquid viscosity,
or how do bumble bees fly?
                                            and why are they dying,
                                                I find this very trying,
                                                in their hives, are they lying,
waiting for some human,
to ask the right question,
with a taste for sweet and honey, of creativity

so Dorothy Parker,
has said she is
better without these
love,
freckles,
doubt and


*Curiosity?

10,000 reasons,
ten thousand years,
A cloud of witnesses,
over head

They are the ones who praise and roar
                                             raise their voices; for you.


Many years before though
one fallen,
lost before the fight was fought
                 thought it right to recruit with doubt.

These are the unseen, not good, and the Unseen not at all bad,
both are armies, only One leader leads;
the other
cajoles, then,
takes his toll, many
a jaw dropping,
eternal soul.

Then you look around you, the landscape,
city, country, mountain, lake open ocean
and outer space, awe and wonder on your face.

Then you look around you, after you text,
talk, and tap your phone, 'buds in your
ears, what you experience replaces your
fears.

Of being alone.

When the dark (one)
closes in,
and pours over you your sin,
and it has been so long you
only want to hide, but you are part of
the Seen world, where is the light switch,
anyway...
the noisy noise,
breaks your poise,
separate

yourself and make time for ...  prayer
"Open my eyes, so I can see"


©DWE062013

If life is a passing fancy and you just want to reach, maybe touch and be moved,
be a leaf, there maybe, however, a fall in your future,
If life is something you can not let go of, you need hold on tightly, get *****, go deep,
be a root bundle, water, rocks and mostly darkness, is what you see,
If life is to be experienced, sometimes vulnerable, in any weather, give back more than you take,
be a tree, the whole tree, seeds, leaves, branches, bark, roots and inside you are a sap,
but the world will be a better place for it and you will see the forest
as a tree.

he touches,
he breathes,
he caresses,
he tastes,
he sees, with his minds eye,
                                no need for sheets of paper with dots and lines,
                                he has lived this piece since his life became defined,
the instrument,  and hearts
the oxygen, with poise
with fine pressure, the pure sound,
sweat, saliva and tears,
he does not stray from the course,
                                                             sharing the talent, giving the gift,
                                                                to any who will listen,
                                                                   to all who are near,
                                                                       but always to an audience of one.

We spent days together when we cried,
We spent months together when we laughed,
In my absence, laugh until you cry.

We spent years together struggling to make it work,
We spent decades together raising children,
In my absence, laugh until you cry, and can't stop laughing.

We spent every second learning to love one another,
We spent every hour as best as we could, no doubt,
In my absence, laugh or cry, remember me, I may not open
Heaven's gate for you, but I will save you the window seat,
like always.

I like the rain,
when it falls
                           somewhere           else,
I like the cold
morning air,
                               from under my quilt or when
                            dressed in my jacket with my toque on,
I like the leaves,
who paints them each night,
                                               a different colour to my delight,
There is a mystery,
I know not the answer
to,
                                     maybe you do,
                                      it is about mosquitoes...

they fly sort of right now,
trying to break and enter some how,
                                                          in­to my house after me,
                                                            t­hey are thirsting see...

even as the sun is about to set,
it isn't really warm, cool is a better bet,


The mosquitoes don't know it is fall
they have blood sense and no common sense is all,

Do they know when it is fall?
do they have any common sense at all?
When will I see then end to these blood thirsty hordes?


©DWE102013

little warmth
sky is clear
stoke the hearth
sit right here
humans are sparse,
                    partial to birds and mice,
on the street, fear
kicks your ****
sickness everywhere,
even in the healthy
so please be aware
we have no wealth see
but learn to love
one another,
sisters and brothers
when we are sober
we have a family
pact, watch each
others back,
not just when, we
say goodbye
and keep your eye
off what is in here,
it might be worth
what is needed,
when needed, for me.

yeah we curse we swear
at everyone everywhere
LOUDLY,
but know it is not for show,
we sometimes don't know
if we can stop.

©DWE102013

As we gather around the table,

Give the Blessing as we are able,

And Thanks for what we have received.

Wait.

Wait a little longer.

This cannot be taken so lightly,

the sunrise Sunday morning brightly

shone more than any day before.

Waiting.

Have I waited long enough?

A round stone was rolled, away.

What they found missing,

Changed,

everything that day and everyday

After,

Waiting.

Around the time that He returns

all of us will wait no more,

He will show us what creation

was really for.

*It will be worth the wait.

Why do they wail so, these Sirens, with the demands that I turn my eyes.
Their sound is a warning and a call, to strengthen my resolve or fail.
Were I near the body of water each day through, I would cry out too.
But no one, for ages past could resist neither, the ocean nor their call.

Their sound, is a warning and a call, to strengthen my resolve or fail!
Is it a weakness, why do I doubt my own confidence, trembling?
But no one for ages past could resist, neither the ocean nor, their call!
Take me to the water so I can better hear, that they, not sound my name.

Is it a weakness, why do I doubt my own confidence, trembling?
Troubled like a boat with out a rudder, let me go, like I have no anchor!
Take me to the water so I can better hear, that they not sound my name.
As wind bites the sail and carry's the ship away, I have heard the bait and bit in deep.

Troubled like a boat with out a rudder, let me go, like I have no anchor!
Yet my feet are on solid ground and I feel as if I have drowned without the Cry.
As wind bites the sail and carry's the ship away, I have heard the bait and bit in deep.
I will wade in to my knees to be sure, better my waist or chest so I can swim the crawl.

Yet my feet are on solid ground and I feel as if I have drowned without the Cry.
It is better I who can withstand their drag and pull, just get me to the ocean, I need no craft.
I will wade in to my knees to be sure, better my waist or chest so I can swim the crawl.
Why do they, wail so, these Sirens, with the demands that I, turn my eyes.

Twas three witches,
oh but Hallowe'en is past,
Twas three leaves left on the tree,
one was should,
one was could
and the other, would.

Should said he should fall, and
could fall, first, if would and could got out of the way.

Could said he could fall first if should would
shut up (so he could hear himself think) if would
would move then he, could, fall to the ground and
get out of the way.

Would said he would fall first as he was closest to the
ground, but could, then should, be last as could was next,
only if could would not land on would, which should
leave the way clear for should.

As the leaves of this story would have it, could you believe
it is true every word, why should I lie?

Ask should, could and would, they are among they other leaves
on the ground, fallen ...


©DWE112013

Twisted dying pine branches rusted with death
a few green needles remain lying to the tree
with what is known to be true about the self.

Old mangy dog wandering the street, kicked
out by the owner who could only afford to feed it
table scraps but not the final trip to the vet, to release
the self.

Aging body with a faster aging mind slowly trying
to cope with the passing of time, no one to visit where
he sits and stares, not knowing if anyone cares while
he no longer recognizes the self.

she and he sit with their phones texting one another
in hushed tones about their needs while their wants
haunt them and the miles between, while in the swirl
of information and tech they have began to lose
their selves; apart but at the same time, together.


©DWE072013

It is the little bits that get in the way,
You work all day and then you play,
Few play through their work day,
           oh how do they rate you say?

But today is a sad dreadful Sunday,
Cars and speed, intersection of dismay,
No worse, much worse, 5 X tragedy,
oh how can that happen on sunny Sunday?

My problems now seem so little so small,
So many people and schools friends all,
Will be affected and will have a terrible pall,
oh how crushing because one was rushing?

Hollow, hollow, hollow words, I am ashamed,
In your mercy and Your hallowed name,
be with them, be with everyone that knew them
I pray, as I may not know them or carry the your words.

Of Peace, Of Comfort, Of Reassurance, Of Solace

To honour them...memories, futures and lives cut short,
the other drive has a heavy burden and courts
dire responsibility.

More time behind a key-
board than common
sense might allow,
the Secretary disavows,
any knowledge of other Action
to bad your last name isn't Jackson
super hero you are not, and neither are you a zero,
quite a conundrum, what is in that cup the
size of a drum,
do you find that you have a fuel, and it fools,
with a run on string of....
fill in the blank you never been stumped before,
to fill the feed, kind of reverse greed,
because you can....
While I'll lament, that I am not bent out of shape,
I am saving the really twisted parts,
for when I am older and need to restart
my heart.

to accept some of

water, food, solace-getting,

to live to give JOY.

The day does not change
the night does not stain
the light does not pane
of tempered glass break;

the black cloud
talks too loud
as there's a crowd
of everyone proud
of how she is now,

so come on dear
tomorrow appear
like today, no fear,
in thirty days, tears
or no the depression,
will be willed away!

If only IT were that easy,
If only IT did not queasy,
her so, masks fit easily,
slide on and off as easily,
as pills swallowed whole.

Wake dearest, wake,
unrested, get up,
you wrestled with,
alligators twisted,
in bed sheets, sorry,
I was not there, to you,
defend, I have no excuse,
even if sleep won out in
the end.

Darkness, the darkness, your darkness,
waits for me to rest, catches you off-
guard, does not God know, it is hard
on you, ******* us, and makes living
life seem an eternity, of pain, of sor-
row?

These are just black and white letters, not
some checkered flag saying the race is over,
even if the Victory is already, won, will you
place, or finish the run, black cloud over
your eyes blotting out the Son.

Wrote last time a title Fear of Failure,
this time, fear,
this time fear,
I weary of those,
who use fear as currency,
are you listening to me,
do you use fear as currency,
do you hear,
sorry it,
The market,
The value,
bottomed out, that
is right you have a whole donkey,
(read ***, I may have it backwards keepin' it clean, interpolate)
buy a dollar store dictionary and resuscitate,
your vocabulary,
too many overdue fines on
your library card?
Here it is, you will not be ready for it,
change your
underwear after you read this, the
fear you use to try to control,
is that you have so many
fears, your tear ducts are dry from the num-
ber of times
you cry and no one hears, because you are alone,
the fears you cause are less than
the fears you have,
coward.

two hours
more is less,
than I want
to spend,

waiting for
this Day, to
end so I,
offend not.


©DWE102013

Deliver me, from my place and my fate
but there is, somewhere I would rather be,
Take my woes, and my ugly toes,
Cleanly I will walk, clearly then I will see.

Hold my hands and stretch my arms, across my chest,
but there is scenery that I have yet to see,
Take my dreams awash, and if wishes could be horses,
Waves of that sleep carry me, above the stampede.

Send me away, call me a disgrace at play, "act your age,"
but the child disappeared before he matured,
Take my flesh and rend it, my carcass and upend it,
No longer sensitive, again and again, now inured.

Rather have flames lick and heal me.

Walk to where the arc bows, sky meets the ground,
but there is no colour at the end, all is dark,
Take what is, all there was, and all there ever will be,
In the shadow of the rainbow, there is a park.

There is a Bridge.

Some who are warriors always pass,
Some who are honest leaders enter slow, heads bowed low,
Some who have no business, just show up, say some words,
then flock off together like birds, without honour,
Some who are scarred beyond recognition,
their flesh, their wounds,
turmoil tearing at their will,  
there was no Earthly peace, life awaits beyond the Bridge, ...
Valhalla, echoes Odins voice "Velkommen"

What if, ... you don't dream,
What if, ... we never meet,

What if, ... the sky is the ocean,
What if, ... the sea is the sky at our feet,

What if, ... I have no means,
What if, ... we never sit, side by each,


Enough of, what if,
what will be, will be,
not to take life flippantly,
or put my boat into unknown seas,
                                        no anchor,
                                        no rudder, to steer me,
                                        no sails,
                                      
so be, my sails filled with a windy blast,
be the rudder, bring me to where our hearts...will meet,
then be, my anchor and hold fast,
                                   and forever.

This life, the open water, big enough...

Can't get a word in
edgewise, no doubt, introvert
male, extrovert child

SO

so, spring getting you down,
so much rain, you thought you'd drown?
so there is sunshine above the clouds,
so butterflies will weave their way on
so invisible trackless trails, let it leave you
so much in awe.

IF

if, I had the time to do more than
if my way through the day, as
if I have the confidence to be permanently,
if not, forever thought of in the words,
if published, printed and read aloud,
if not then, in silence, now I write.

NOT

not in this moment, and
not, a waste of time
not, deserving just, persevering
not to be tied down,
not in this life time,
not unnoticed, just taken for granted.

WHAT

what was I thinking of
what, I was able to do with
what I was given, freely and
what have I done about or
what was expected of me, nothing?
what?

THEN

then, again, I failed
then I try try again but
then do or do not,
then think of you, dream
then wake, look beside me for
then I find you gone.

sit still as the leaves fall from the trees
did you listen for the noise on landing
                                     and the breeze
gravity is such a force when a leaf falls
                          of course it accelerates
                          at nine point eight m/s/s
Newton said it first,
                               Einstein had it right,
watching the leaves free fall within sight
                                                           ­      man is the pinnacle of God's creation,
        physics gives reason, for our delight.


©DWE102013

see the atmosphere breath,
by waving back at the branches
of trees, you could use the
ocean tips and curls,
if you did not have any of your own
waves, of joy, of love, of sadness, of ecstasy,
of longing, of be -
longing,
those eyes
the eyes of the wind, of the hard life lessons,

find them, without a fight.

“The starlight, the night lights that brightly shine,
  The Light, one of His designs,
will one day be as bright as the day-star near,
so hug close child when you have fear.”
I will protect you and not disappear,
Together, we will not disappear.      

“The moonlight, the guiding light that travels around,
  this Home, seen with our eyes,
  will one day appear as still as a mountain white,
  so hold close all that is a memory dear.”

“The sunlight, the daylight that heats and lights,
  The Sunshine, felt by faces lifted up,
  will one day be as no other has seen before,
  so hand in hand bring loved ones near.”

“The Son’s Light, that brings the eternal flame,
   He Forgiveness, that brings no shame,
  will one day be known all around in every heart,
  so reach up, accept them both with cheer.”  

“The Light, the light that shines brightly near
  is closer than the key to your heart dear,
  Feel, let not love go without a tear,
  Look to the horizon,
  watch troubles quickly disappear.

DW Elverum November 2011,

Eternity, a long time.  It seems along time away.  Forever.
I do not have, that long to live, breathing. I hope to experience Eternity.

One day.

I have heard, so have you, that a picture is worth a thousand words, I want to write
thousands of words to get the picture of Eternity, and get it right.

There is one way.

I have heard that words can fail you, that is when music speaks. If words are my only voice
and poetry and prose are the only notes that are on key........
Do you.. will you recognize the song?
Can you sing along, so
I do not sing, out loud;
Alone.

If I paint a story with my pen or construct a vast
array of sentences, to fill the void,
please read it and bring it to life;

thump, thump,

in the emptiness,
feel for a pulse,
bring your face close,
to catch the signs of life;

A breath.

I am desperate here.
I am wanting; to ink stain, computer character,
and burn a memory in the muscle of your conscious
and unconscious.

I AM.

My arms can not open to hug anyone, if I hug my self to protect my self from the
darkness, in the world that slays
innocents without, regard for their
thoughts, their breath or what they speak; not a
word.

Winter waits. Cold comes. Freezing rain falls.
Seek the shelter, that opens its doors to the cry of
your heart; that still beats, the beats through time
and space and beyond reason; that, IT, echos

across... a cross

Spring follows, Summer simmers until the Fall,
which brings an end to the seasons, which again
are whitened purely by Winters frost; snow
hibernation and too frozen
death.

If you suffer; somewhere someone has suffered more. You are not alone,
left out in the cold although some are; in places that do not have chilly temperatures
they are treated worse than as if they were living in the most severe of winter conditions.

Punished.

This cycle of seasons is not experienced by all parts of Earth; the whether, or weather still leads on and results need to invert the status quo for mankind to survive, for you to
live eternally.  Experience the eternal.

Accepted.

Originally done by DWE 2011-12-15

If it takes what time I have
Left, to kiss every scar, hop-
ing only, to make them bet-
ter, let me do that in a
sunny place where rays
of heat that wash over
you, fall

From the heaven's
that, you too, fell from.

See the snow flakes floating, flat and swirling on
the tease, that is the breeze of the air so rare, as it is
cold and clean and clear,
and each lands as soft
as a kiss that our lips
share, warm enough,
to melt the frozen snow
around my heart.



©DWE122013

I like it, when a baby begins to walk, even when they are not mine,
Oh, this one isn't walking just yet, each day crawls by just fine,

Her steps take me, to a place where,

I like it, when two people walk hand in hand, if the hands fit,
Yeah, stride for stride, step for step, cadence and lives knit,
Left foot, right foot, stop to laugh, left foot, right foot , stop to sit,

Her steps take me along, leash taut, her heart pulls me along,

I like it, when she finally burns energy that, she can trot at an even pace,
Again, her four feet are striking the keys of the piano notes in my head,
my pod tunes and her steps align until she follows her nose to pause;

Then we step off again, and one day her steps, will once again match mine,
the piano, the drum, the mandolin, the voices all heard in my head, just
as surely one day we will both on walk a roadway,  I alone, only memories of
moments shared.