After a day.

after a day of being around friends
and family,
the night seems too quiet-
sometimes all I want,
is a warm hand to hold,
a soft kiss on the cheek
to chase away the cold,
but I have hope,
for better days,
summer’s rays,
upon my face,
to find my place.
To finish with worthiness,
the race.

dm 2014

A NEW WAY TO FALL.
The canvas
of hearts,
break,
spilling,
sparks,
and candle light,
until weariness,
births,
dirges of
yesterday,
in silent parks,
and empty cars,
and forgotten streets,
and tears,
streaming down
your cheeks
while you drive
home, broken,
and alone.

-but we fly
as high as
these paper wings
will carry us,
until they burn,
and we learn,
a new way to fall.

DM (c) 2015

Sometimes my admiration for people,
is bigger than they understand,
to tell them is a risky dance,
a game of fate,
a game of circumstance,
yet while I thought about this,
thinking about you,
I realized a love for a sister is safe,
not fearful or dangerous,
it is honest and deeply sweet.
So I will say it here,
in case I never get the chance:

Dearest sister,
I love the way you smile at children,
the kind things you say to strangers,
the way you hold on when you hug.
The sweet and soft way you sigh out phrases,
the cadence of your words,
the way it’s beautiful,
when you sing,
and the way your voice
cracks when you’re emotional.
I love the way you care about your
friends,
how you care for family with
compassion and love,
I love to see you smile
and the way you don’t realize that you’re amazing
and beautiful,
like a child raised in paradise,
is not aware that
sandy toes,
or driftwood lullabies sung by beaches,
and waves,
are magical.
I often think about
your kind heart and eyes,
how they comfort others just because you are you.
I love all of those things about you,
and even if I am awkward and
could never tell you in person,
I want you to know I think that you’re
extraordinary.
I love you as my sweet sister,
one I cherish, and hope will always know,
you have my deepest respect and care,
and I encourage you let your love for
God and others grow.
With whatever means I can,
with words from a simple man,
I will be here to cheer you on,
the best I can.
A brother and a friend,
without any other motive,
but to see you blessed,
from start of life,
until the end-

remember while through the daily
parade of life you plod-
Don’t forget dear sister,
that YOU are a treasure,
a masterpiece and gift from God.

DM 2015

IT WAS.
Before I knew Him.

It was always easy,
for me to justify my sin.
Always easy for me,
to be focused on me,
not Him,
and yet now I weep,
for the beard torn out,
the crown of thorns,
the joy traded for sorrows,
the God of heaven,
taking my place,
in my minds eye,
I see His blackened eyes,
a broken hearted
Savior’s face-
taking my wretched place,
so that I could share His in Heaven,
while He left such glory,
to become marred,
hated and despised,
beaten and ******,
spit upon and scarred,
gave up equality with God,
who looked away from His Son,
while all the sin of the world,
was poured upon the
spotless lamb,
this perfect and holy one,
Jesus it was then,
you defined who I am.

So that God could look on me with love,
and God would say it is finished,
declaring that Jesus is/was/will always be,
enough.

-DM 2015

Jesus I do not deserve this mercy, forgive me my God and King,
give me courage and strength to be who you made me to be.
Give me dedication like Christ, even until my last heart beat,
to remain victorious and set apart for you. Be victorious in us. Amen.

Jesus said in Rev. 3:21 “To the one who is victorious, I will give the right to sit with me on my throne, just as I was victorious and sat down with my Father on his throne.”

AFFECTION - BE SWEET, BE TRUE.
I find myself,
daydreaming about what time with you
beside me,
might be.

It always surprises me,
how I miss you-
and love your voice,
your gentleness is my flavor of choice,
almost a hint of Irish mix in your accent,
like spice in sweet tea,
and how I imagine you smile,
when I make you laugh,
when talking,
and you feel at ease.

And I wonder if this could become more?
And I wonder if I am ready for it.

Is anyone really ever ready for elation?
The sacrifice,
the morrow of growth,
the duration of infatuation?
Sometimes the heartbreak,
the desolation?
Or perhaps anticipation of things to be,
the river that leads to the sea?

So affection begins like a star flickering,
in the distance,
grows brighter.

The warmth of the sun.

Affection - Be sweet, be true.
I believe I am ready?
Are you?
dm-2015

WOKE
Dark wind,
dark wind,
knocks at the door,
sorrow whispers,
“come in…
come in.”

They say Icarus died because he flew too close to the sky,
Daedalus’s son,
So I ask him why?

He whispers,
as if a lullaby,
“a broken heart,
a broken heart.”


So lost in beauty,
that could not be undone,
once you fly so high,
you see the beauty of it all,
and then you taste the fall.
It was a broken heart that took
his wings,
dark waters,  
stinging tears,
wax, feather, and strings.

Woke,
to being alone again,
and hum the song,
of Daedalus’s son,
“A broken heart,
a broken heart.”

The melting of the
wax, has begun.

DM 2015

Subtle - A poem about love.

Hand and words,
grand piano keys,
and acres of islands,
between here and now,
summer days, and winter haze,
mixing like water and oil,
perfect until it all starts to boil,
and the rainbows in the puddles,
sparkle and then dry,
and the cold grasp of winter,
must die,
the colors of sunset,
in your eye,
remind me
home is where,
our hands entwine. Yours and mine.

© DM 2015