Sung into the air,

whispered in a prayer.

Etched on tender pages

hallowed through the ages.

May It be.

The word that thrills my heart,

Alive and set apart.

No other loves can claim

the power of your name.

Over me.

(To my dear friend)

I can’t see your piercing, questioning eyes
as you look out to sea, away from me,
expecting another unpleasant surprise,
but no answer comes. No answer will be.

Carelessly glancing at all you once knew,
and shifting your load to lighten your pace,
you join with your comrades, captain and crew
and turn back a moment, to study my face.

I remain rooted, and fixed to this ground.
The rope is untied and sails are unfurled.
The air echoes shrill with the gulls as they sound,
as you sail away, and out of my world.

I’ll always care for you, and never forget
the stories, philosophies, questions and tears.
This chapter may close on our lives and yet,
will live in my memory, as if you were here.

I’m breaking inside at the loss of my friend.
And hoping you find as you sail through the night,
Fair winds to a harbor around the next bend
And following seas that lead to the light.

The mirror of Dorian Gray, deceiving -
his portrait lies buried that tells the truth.
The wandering heart, self-excusing, believing
it never will face the end of its youth.

But darkness will fill the heart of the canvas
And bloodstains seep through to mar beauty’s face
The countenance hardens, the mirror won’t show this
Until retribution has found her place.

Then sheets torn away to the horror of all
reveal the true nature of Dorian’s sin
No veil can now hide his consummate fall,
Nor repentance be found to begin again.

Only flames and torment, for this one must die.
His sins have dragged many, unwitting to hell.
Yet there, but for God’s grace, go I
Uncloaking my portrait, I know this well.

You say hello to evening
as welcoming a friend.
The light has had it’s turn
the day has found it’s end.

It’s time to close your eyes,
to rest in dreamless sleep.
I know love never dies
but unashamed, I weep.

You smile in sweet repose,
adorned in silk and lace,
as one who really knows
you’ll see your bridegroom’s face.

In shadows I remain
and watch you as you fly,
yet choked with lonely pain,
to watch my Mother die.

Spinning in circles.
Which way should I choose?
Will the things of real value
be things that I lose?

The duplicitous mind,
while desiring the prize,
fears the door I unlock
will be death in disguise.

My heart is misleading
and fickle tonight.
To have patience to finish
and follow the light!

But each step holds a consequence,
I know that well -
Let not my steps
lead another to hell.

A great call before me.
The Book in my hand.
The light from it’s pages,
Your guiding command.

My mind is no guide Lord,
my heart – not the key.
Only light from your wisdom
illuminates me.

I know
I don’t
I think
I can’t
You say
You are
All I can do
Is hope

Discarding the loaf, he gnaws on the crust
Declaring all food but tasteless dust.
“Because you have always eaten bread
That doesn’t mean you’ve been well fed.
You’ve missed the whole point,” he said with a grin,
“Since you have no stomach for original sin.”

For logic has fallen and can’t arise.
The meaning of meaning? Delusional lies.
What seems food to you is not food at all
What seems true to you – a siren’s call.
And you will live happily there in your dream
not caring if things are not as they seem.

The stylus bleeds when fixed in his grip,
conforming the straight to a mobius strip.
Denying philosophy, playing the sage;
No words in the center, the margin, his page.
He signifies. Indicates. Yet you might miss -
The words have no meaning. Not even his.