Weeping Cascades of redeeming droplets,
my soul experienced resurgence and cure.
At once, poignant and lachrymose episodes occurred, unceasing.
Like a newborn’s first burning breath, they seared
though giving life and vitality
So I reached, a rosebud, eager to drink morning dew
and let the affecting liquid wash over me,
replenishing my spirit.

She believes
in picket fences and two-story castles
in geometric hedges and manicured lawns
She relies on window blinds
and the convenient camera
that remains slightly out of focus
She spends her days
applying adhesive to china pieces
and polishing away revealing cracks
She spends her nights
nurturing splinted dreams
and convalescing hopes
So when he says
"I love you, it will never happen again"
She believes

Her antique brush
Lays silent on the vanity
Silver winding through white
In an intricate maze
Lincoln’s copper disk
Sits alone on the roll-top desk,
Retired from the morning toss
On the tight blue bed sheets
The oak rocking chair,
a lonely wooden statue
And at the foot of the bed,
The cedar hope chest rests,
empty.

If your heart raged
Like a black tempest on an endless blue sea
If your blood ran
Like fiery lava down ancient rock
If your hands reached out to touch
And grasped only colorless clouds
If your breath pulled in and out
Like gentle breezes over jagged rocks
If your soul knew no limit to any emotion…
Then you would know how it feels
To be in love with you

Crystal souls
cry condemnatory tears
bitter in the sagacity of their forfeiture;
The investigation exposes
pink blush, red life, and violet neglect
rendering transparent understanding
Accomplices
in the homicide of abducted youth.

Champagne flavored rain
Kaleidoscope skies
Carnival days
December lights
Saturday dreams
Magical moons
Rainbow melodies
Memories of you.

What dreams do you hold deep inside,
Guarded by golden silence?
What worlds await behind those eyes,
On the edge of lavender twilight?
Tell me what things you've seen
Which visions came surrounded in sweet sleep;
What fears have flowed out from the dark,
And rolled quietly down your cheek?
Give me your hand and whisper to me
The things you wonder about
What hopes might come into the light;
Those wishes locked away in doubt
Take the heart I've offered you, the one that is my own,
Unlock the secrets of a soul far too long alone
Then dare to trust at any cost and search the universe
You’ll find not one, who has loved without pain,
Yet …  all realize love’s worth.

During the night-morning hours,
as sun and moon exchange domains
They stand facing each other,
infinite space between them.
Those two in the same room,
the same two who catch
then throw daggerous words,
bleeding from their impact.
Crashing silences belie
years worth of artillery
and aberrations of emotion
camouflage ever constant love
waiting patiently in the background.
Becoming a reluctant referee,
exhaustion pulls the blanket
over hurt and anger.
Apologies arrive to take down
barbed-wire fences around the heart.
Kisses, the psychological band-aids,
provide comfort for the scrapes on their souls.
Feeling, then knowing,
that one cannot survive without the other,
they acquiesce;
the two who might be named
night and day.

They sat in his closet,
His shoes.
In the comfortable dark.
They seemed like him;
Well worn, and content.
I looked them over
Believing they were homelike,
Believing they were soft,
Unlike the hard soles I wear;
The small and binding ones
That sometimes give blisters,
Making me feel that his shoes
Would be much nicer to wear.
"Try them", he said,
And he handed them to me;
So I put them on.
And they didn't seem so bad.
"Walk in them", he then said.
And once I'd walked a mile, or so,
I felt the pebbles that had migrated
into the tears that I hadn't seen before,
I felt the roughness of the tread,
already exhausted from endless journeys;
I bent to disentangle the laces,
frayed from having been tied,
and retied.
My feet hurt.
I put on my own shoes.
They felt different.
They suited me more;
with new-found room to grow.

Between r.e.m and dawn
I heard it.
Before blue awoke black
and sent yellow out to play
Beneath shadow gray
I felt it.
Sounds of a lover’s touch caressed me
and I held them close
In purple candle light
I remembered.
Before black tucked in blue
and the northern night-light burned
And then I knew.
It was a lie.