if i were at home today,

i would light the fire

ready

for the day.



i am coming to meet

you from the train,

the railway line

along the coast.



we will drink tea,

and i will show you

the brooches.



sbm.

Grinding the dust of days
into dreams of the night
where subconscious speaks
and weaves a merry dance
uncontrolled spaces open up
the landscape of a inner life.

Solitude I wear
      like a second skin
my biggest weakness
       my greatest strength
   wading through 
quiet and tired 
    in seclusion
 as dawn draws
    her arms around me 
cold       and damp
    like the sea
           with no oil
for my lamp
       to light my way
through another
      dark    and lonely
November day.

The hawk must be the only one.

I know he sees me -
He makes a sign.
A secret code
That siblings use
When speaking straight
Might ensnare.

I walk through worlds
With quiet steps.
But not too near
That any see
Or feel my breath
Or even guess.

Yes.

The hawk may be
The only one.

My wings are straight.
My wings are strong.
And one day soon
I'll fly to him.

Nothing is in me tonight
not fear nor excitement
nor joy or shame
just empty
shambles trying
to make something appear
out of the emptiness
like sitting at the laundromat
watching the dryer spin
and an old woman sits down
with her knitting needles and bright colored
yarns and begins
knit one pearl twos
with determination
and I adore her

I can't remember
the moment
I fell in love
There were no fireworks
Nor lightening bolts
No movement
of the earth
beneath my feet
Nothing like that..

But..
What I do know is..
it was slow
and sweet
like molasses
licked from a spoon
It was like
an easy
Sunday morning
and sleeping
till noon
Like smooth
creamy coffee
on my tongue
That feeling
of warmth
beneath covers
The taste of your skin
The taste of you

Just..
The way your soul
Loves mine

Yeah..
The way your soul
Loves mine


And All i know is
the world can go to hell
Because I've fallen
In love
And I don't even
remember when