Someday, when I'm awfully low,
when the world is cold,
I will feel a glow just thinking of you,
and the way you look tonight.

You're lovely, with your smile so warm
and your cheek so soft,
there is nothing for me but to love you,
and the way you look tonight.

With each word your tenderness grows,
tearing my fears apart,
and that laugh that wrinkles your nose
touches my foolish heart.

You're lovely, never ever change,
keep that breathless charm!
Won't you please arrange it,
'cause I love you,
just the way you look tonight.

When the most potent
words are found
within the marble
quarry of the heart,
are chiseled free
from the incoherent
mass, set thoughtfully
in the right places,
the poem becomes
a living being,
its song
echoing long and long
in the deeps of the soul
whence it came.

The things you want
aren't always
what you get
you have gotten things
you can't forget
but I will make you
a giant bet
that your best things
haven't come just yet

I saw
someone
in the mirror
taking me
to the past
to forgive myself
at last

the Wizard
meet with
the King
to tell again
the ancient legends
as the sun slips
down

The birds of the air are my brothers,
all flowers my sisters,
the trees are my friends.
All living creatures,
mountains and streams,
I take unto my care,

For this green earth is our mother,
hidden in the sky is the Spirit above.
I share one life with all who are here.
to everyone I give my love,
to every one I give my love.

Forgive me, please--
I ran away
I couldn't stay
where I was despised.
I had no idea
how cruel she was
to you.
I thought
she lavished you with love,
all the love she
denied me.
I wish I had known.
I would have taken you with me,
taken custody,
and run away,
pushing you
in that big
teal bicycle wheel
stroller
you loved to thrill ride in,
screaming with delight
when, running at full speed,
I took the earthen ramp that
made you fly, and as soon as we touched down
squeal,
"Again!"

Or we could have escaped when
I used to toss you
high in the air, and catch you,
if, just once, an angel
would have come to our
rescue and caught you up,
and then me,
and flown us far away to Hawaii,
where we would have lived
very happily
while you grew up,
knowing every day
that you are loved,
unconditionally,
and safe,
protected by your
daddy elephant
from the icy blasts of indifference
and all harm.
Daddy elephant's big ears
are always listening
to the whispers
of your heart
and our hearts
would have understood
and respected
each others feelings,
fears, wants and needs.
We'd never need to fight
we'd say just what we felt
and be unafraid
to talk about anything.

In some cultures
they believe that
everything you imagine
is real.
In that spirit
and with all the love
I couldn't express,
I give you now the childhood
you dream of,
may you feel it
and know
it is true.

Keep truth in your words
as true as the stars above
If you will marry truth
you'll soon discover love

I'll tell you a story about two young brothers.
Like fire and smoke, that's what was said.
Always together, laughing and singing,
Sharing adventures, sharing their bread.

One day these two brothers both became lovers.
Yes! They both fell in love at the very same time.
Though always before they'd shared all their secrets,
This was a secret they would not confide.

Each of the brothers went into the garden.
One picked a red rose, the other a white.
They rode off at sunset, not one word between them
In opposing directions, into the night.

At the balcony window of her father's veranda
Rosa is anxiously scanning the street
Pablo is late now, soon Hector will ride up
This cannot happen! They surely will meet!

Rosa hears hoof beats from different directions,
Riders approaching along cobbled streets.
Each bearing a rose, and a heart full of passion
Brothers no more, but two rivals that meet.

A challenge is offered and is quickly accepted.
Their swords are both drawn before Rosa can speak.
She cries out to stop them, their blood's screaming louder.
They fight like two madmen and fall at her feet.

Their life ebbing from them, they lie there before her,
Rosa is sobbing, "Oh what have I done?"
She kisses their lips, so cold now and pallid,
And sheds her tears on them, so soon to be gone.

Bending over her lovers, they whisper to her,
"Take these two roses, and plant them tonight
on each side of your window, they'll grow up together.
Our love will be with you, though we die in this fight."

That's the story he told me, when I was a small boy,
When I asked my papa of that house on the right,
With it's balcony window grown over with roses,
Twining together, the red and the white.

And each day at sunset, Rosa goes to the old church.
She kneels at the altar to say her long prayers.
Lighting two candles before the Mother of Mercy,
One red and one white rose she lays gently there.

An eagle pair came in a dream
I searched for what their cry did mean
I puzzled that one eagle, dark
Struck my chest and left a spark
Then mounted to the sky and flew
With the white bird, one as two
The two in flight so close beside
Their beating wings as one I spied
They higher flew and ever higher
That spark burst into blazing fire
"Freedom!" is my own heart's cry
My quest that will not be denied
In you I've found, O blessed be
An eagle heart to answer me.

Let your lips know the
feeling of being wanted and loved,
deep within a kiss

We meet, poetic souls upon this stage,
with words we play and flirt, we joke and rage.
What we would reveal is oft concealed,
while what we would conceal is here revealed.

Love loves
like heart got
just don't know,
hear ain't
oh night lost,
eyes silent.

moon dream,
want baby.
sea kiss,
time away,
home blues.

your hip's irresistible curve
calls me, "come and revel
in the magic of your love!"

my fingertips' caresses
whisper adoration,  
each finger
a laser shining
love deep into
your every cell,
igniting a wild fire
that awakens you,
consuming
your sleepiness

as you
waken,
turn,
and our lips meet,
we burst into golden fire.

Along the shore
       fall the waves--
            fall
                and hiss
                    fall
                       and hiss
                          fall
                              and hiss.

I was sure I didn't love you--
I was sure I never could,
'cause you're not the kind of woman
that I thought I ever would.

So when you called me "sweetie"
as you left for Rome that day,
I wanted to say, "I'm not,
don't talk to me that way."

"I'm nothing more than just a friend,
that's all I want to be.
Of course I care about you, but
not in the way you mean."

"So don't go getting ideas
in your little weasel head.
I never want to spend the night
in your little weasel bed."

I thought that with you gone away
I'd think of you not at all,
so I was quite surprised one day
when I wondered if you'd call.

And when I started checking the mail
for a post card sent from you,
I really started wondering
what the hell I was going through.

I found that I was missing you
more than I cared to admit,
I found that I was wanting you, too,
more than a little bit.

Tonight you let your black hair down,
push finally came to shove,
and the weasel girl I once disdained
became the woman I love.

What'll I do? What'll I do?
When none of my sweet dreams
ever come true,
got the blues so bad
I cry the whole night through.

I start thinking about
how I would be
if I stopped thinking

I'm comin' home Maggie, fightin' no longer!
They're sendin' me home from that hell of a war.
I've given me best, now I'm done with the fightin'.
There's nothin' can take me away anymore.

It seems like forever that I've been a-travelin',
by air and by boat and by train and by car,
Me heart has been achin' to be here beside ye,
to see ye and kiss ye and hold ye once more.

'Twas once we went laughin' and once we went runnin',
up to the high hills, and down to the shore,
oh do ye remember, we used to go dancin'!
Everyone watched as we burned up the floor!

I'm home again, Maggie, home at last, Maggie!
Wi' only a stump where me leg was before,
I'm home again, Maggie, oh my sweet lassie,
Death's all that can take me-- I'll wander no more.

When the night comes down
and darkness is all around
I can't see before my face,
guide me with your grace
when the night comes down
when the night comes down

When the fog rolls in
can't tell right from sin
can't see where I'm goin'
don't remember where I've been
oh, guide me with your grace
keep me in the Way
when the night comes down
and the fog rolls in.

We all have times
when we lose our way
lose our direction,
don't know what to pray.
when the night comes down,
and the fog rolls in,
when the fog rolls in

Oh Father, guide me
when the fog rolls in
when the fog rolls in

In the darkest night
I can't see a light
I hear the foghorn moan
and waves breakin' on stone
I know the channel's near
guide me while I steer
away from danger here

yeah the night came down
the fog rolled in
but Your grace blows clear.

When we meet,
my beloved,
I will embrace you
in God's love.
If God gives me words,
I will speak them..
If God is silent,
we will love you
in His holy silence.

Where is Spring?
These barren, bony branches
pluck the sun
from my sky.

I mocked depression--
now
it mocks me:
endless gray skies
pour rain,
rain,
rain.

Go ahead, rain!
Tear the blossoms
from the trees,
bury their color
in the mud,
wash them
away,
away,
away.

I don't care anymore--
My eyes are turning gray.

Roses are lovely
yet easily torn.
Like sensitive women
they need those sharp thorns.

One gorgeous Spring day
we gathered on my deck,
a few friends and I,
to sing and play
some beautiful music
loved by us all.

My home, on a remote ridge top
of the Sierra mountains,
offered a panoramic view.
Not a single house
could be seen--
only the vast forest
surrounded us.

We accompanied our voices
with two guitars,
a flute, and a
small harp.

As we sang,
the air grew still,
and the tall, fragrant pines
encircling the house
seemed to lean in,
listening.

After awhile we paused,
to savor in silence
the sublime feeling
created by the music.
The harpist stood her harp
on the table.

Just then,
a gentle breeze came up
and the harp began to sing
as the wind's fingers
caressed the strings,
enchanting us all
with a heavenly music
unlike anything
we had ever heard.

Would that my heart
were as that harp,
responsive to
Your lightest touch--
singing endlessly
of love.

Wrapping myself
in our
warm memories,
I let your absence
shiver
next to
the glowing embers
of our love

"What is the fear of want but want itself?"
                                                        ­                    -- Kahlil Gibran

I awoke this morning
without you
My first night alone
without you
Without you the bed
Without you my arms
With you
my heart

Tide of tenderness rising
pushes waves of love
up over the desolate
abandoned beach
of my without,
whispering a million
loving thoughts
into every listening shell--
the shore sparkles
with the wet kisses
of my love's waves.

As you stroll barefoot
in the sand,
There, on the other side
of this one blue sea--
Can you hear my whispers?
Can you ******* kiss?

you do have
eternity,
and yet,
you may not
always
have
me....so

come,
swim with me
beneath the sweet
summer moon,
sleep next to me
one lifetime,
be my playful
goddess,
lover,
friend,
here
in this
lake,
this forest,
this
now.

I'm trapped
inside the shrinking
balloon of a deflated
world:
yesterday's party.
Today's trash
wrapping around my face
I can't open my eyes.
Pressured into
all the smells like
discordant blarings of
fetid flowers,
aching ages.
A dream memory
waking over and over
to the phone
ringing underwater--
sonar fingers
probing
into depths
too cold.

Whatever this body does,
wherever this mind may roam,
my heart will always sing one song, Lord,
"You alone are my home."

Beloved One, my soul's delight,
my life, my joy, my all,
I'll listen for your silent voice,
and I'll answer to your call.
I'll listen for your silent voice,
and I'll answer to your call.

Your tears
are a holographic ocean
containing all the sorrow
of the world. I will kiss them all
from your eyes.
Your tears
will be
my prayer.