As tired is to weary,
Love to in-love be.
As sorrow is to anguish,
Lone....to lonely me.

A fraction,; mill-i-meter,
Minūte; yet.. severe!
There's just but a breath between
Desolate; nadir.

Content with the portion which I gave;
Any more I would have been a slave.
Enough reserved with which to save
myself from the untimely despair;
Just the perfect ration left to spare
To bring myself back round to fair.

How to define the love of soul?
To see beauty in a tear
Decipher the truth from a lie
Spoken solely out of fear
Embrace another's hidden pain
Until all the pain subsides
Recognize a man's courage
While that same man just hides.
To notice what the vision craves
With the chaos all around
Hear the purest melody
Even when there is no sound.  
Forgive the human condition
Ignore parts to see the whole
Silent trembling lips know how
To define the love of soul.

Sleep now, my love.

As the sun rises on my face,
Rest your mind, rest your head.
In that subdued and shuttered place
With that memory -filled bed.
Go be where the angels dwell
And the little children play.
And think not of me, for a spell.
Think naught of me today.

It's just like sluggish raindrops
The way they slowly trickle in
All those memories we had to tuck away
To begin
To begin...again.

The only thing to do now
Is try to avoid the pain
Fill up the hours right until
My last breaths start to wane
Then use that sacred moment
Just as life begins to drain
To return to all I knew of beauty
And to see your face again.

A 12x12
With 8 ghosts of her.

The painted coffee table
She made while she was able

The seashell-plastered jewelry box
The turtle formed from broken rocks

The tile crab picture with the wooden frame
The blessing plaque that holds the family name

That second fence she had put in  
For extra safety's sake
And the one thats always watching
Watching every move I make.