Inside the center of her
"Now" I find my yesterself.
Blushing juvenile
Torn between nervous
And not.

I could write a poem about myself.
I could write a poem.
I could write.
I could.
I.

r ~ 4/28/14

Heart Song

The heart speaks
where a tongue falters..
True sight looks beyond the beyond;
into forever.

Be near.. sweet angel,
embrace loves choice,
fly to the promise;
fade not into never.

I'll stand
in the summer rain,
stuck in a moment;
returning empty handed.

We'll speak the last song
above the rooftops;
while the brightest star
falls in tune to our beating hearts.

All I am is yours;
our hearts join in song
rising together.
The faintest notes..
rising, rising.

I love you,
with a strained heart,
filled to bursting.
You are my release.

I love you
till the stars collapse,
and skies grow dark.
You are my guiding light.

I love you
till never is forever,
and always is our reality.

you will be complete then.

when you are deaf again

when you are blind again.

when the world stops,

and all that is left, is love.

The Mirror

“Are you afraid of dying?”
She says to the mirror.

One tear becomes two
As both sets of eyes seek redemption within the other.

Why fear dying
When living couldn’t be worse?

“How bad could it be?”
Perhaps the lesser of two evils…

No answer from her doppelganger

Just the same question…
Asked of the same heart.

Both pleading…
Both breaking…

Both dying for want of salvation.
Dying for want of escape.

Remember, my love
The wish...
And the promise.

With infinite hope,
We belong to this embrace
Attached...complete.

Join my rhapsody,
Know my peace.

As we dream away the world,
A thousand Good Mornings await.

Sleep is running
away from me
I can't seem
to catch up

Gasping for air
I can't catch
my breath

It's a constant
struggle but its
a struggle I
embrace with
open arms

For I know
when I do
sleep...
Ill be so tired
Ill get to have
endless dreams
of you

Speckling drops, of bathwater- lovely evening rain.
Patter melodically against
my open window frame.
The  water touches me not,
for my roof with gutters and onings.
But the dewy breeze saturates my room
like my face to an ocean breeze.
Mother Waters, send her daughters
to my window this spring night singing.
Distant puddle patterning ploops,
diameters mass expanses on the suburban streets.
The trees, the smile as they absorb the
moisture their brittle bones need.
Oh how I pitied the trees,
when the cold stripped and broke their branches
my heart grew sorrowful & weak.
The deserve to be enveloped, by this
unplanned storm.
All in the world, would agree when I say
that we are blessed
with this warm April rain