Fighting crying
laughing playing
skipping running
playing ball.

Bell ringing
doors banging
voices fading
wind chasing
sweet wrappers
as silence falls.

Her spirit was lost
when I was born,
torn from her heart.

Start, from the
beginning, singing,
no lullaby for
this new born.

Cry baby, cry as
her spirit did die,
she fled, bled, dead.

Alive in body
lightening sent to
her brain drained
what fire was left.

Bereft this child
still cries in the dark,
hark! Where is the
Lullaby, hushaby,
For this new born?

What do I know of love?

My heart aches with the loss,
the knowing that death
comes too soon.

What do I know of love?

My soul weaves a starlit
blanket to wrap my aching
heart in soft longing.

What do I know of love?

I dance in the eyes
of the Beloved and
blink back the tears.

Trying to find words
as feelings expand
in the darkness
I reach out to
discover this ache,
this longing,
this love.

I close my eyes
to witness your smile,
to melt in the memory
of your touch,
and in the silence
you dazzle me
with your words.

But I am not blind
to the innocent one who
winks at me shyly
as he crawls from
under your shadow
to take my hand.

I fall and my love
catches me.

Rising
from my belly,
throbbing
in my heart,
trapped
by my tongue,
this tremor
fills my being
and explodes
to drop into
the space
between us.

Your eyes
watching,
seeing,
but not hearing
this deep,
silent,
deafening
scream that,
strangled
by description,
suddenly
dissolves
into a roar
of relief
and release.

As I fall into
the cradle of
awareness
she opens wide
her arms
to rock me
gently
Awake.

You blink
and I rest
in the moment.

If there is
but one thirst,
there is only
one mirror,
one heart,
one ache,
one pilgrim,
and one gaze
in which even
the blind will
see the Beloved
and drown in
a single drop
released with a
blink of your eye.

We meet.
Grey blue filling
with beauty
your eyes drip
sweet agony
and ecstasy.

Thirsty,
I drink from
the well spring
of your honesty
like dew on
a desert flower.

Your words awaken
a rawness so naked
that truth cannot
hide her scars
and fear has no
place to run.