I have a memory of your smile…
so warm and inviting.

I have a memory of your eyes...
pools of blue deep as forever.

I have a memory of your sway...
the way you glanced over your shoulder.

I have a memory of you...
ageless that time will not erase.

I am man,
you should be afraid.
Think nature is red
of tooth and claw?
Try me.
I drive whole species to extinction
for food and pleasure,
or just because they annoy me.
For long I considered war a sport...
and still my remorse is false.
I have slaughtered whole races,
and enslaved others
for being somehow different.
I shamelessly wade in gore
and make the demons blush.
I poison rivers;
and lay waste to land,
I'm crass enough to make life a commodity.
I will be the death of this world yet,
if I don't do myself in first.
Fear me,
I am man.

I am man...
an angel fell because of me.
Made in God's image they say
all His traits are found in me.
Half way to angels,
near relative of demons.
I have crafted art so beautiful
it will make you weep.
I can be grace and kindness,
mercy and compassion.
The angels hymns to Heaven
are pale reflections of the songs I sing.
I love deeply
and have great strength of mind.
My meditations on the Divine
are the music of spheres...
my science examines,
the world in depth.
Heaven and Hell merge within me
and wage their war for my soul...
but its up to me who wins.
This is the balance,
I am man.

Does anyone know
where darkness goes
when light appears?
Or where love goes
when it ends?
What happens to hate
when forgiveness begins?
These are minor mysteries though
barely worth considering.

What I seek
are the deep mysteries...
the ones no science has answered,
no theology discussed.
Like where do all those
single socks go
when they disappear
in the wash,
never to be seen again?

Cut Irises
fresh from the spring
dripping purple
on the kitchen table
as they die.

I walk into a grocery
to do my shopping.
I grab a cart;
and in the basket,
a scarf.
I hold it up...soft wool,
brown, beige and rust striped.
I hold it to my nose...
and catch the scent of a clean,
healthy young woman.
I close my eyes and imagine.

She's vibrant and pretty
in the fullness of life.
Small with firm *******
and wide welcoming hips...
her eyes brown,
with long dark hair bounded
by a soft wool scarf.
Maybe she's an art student...
meeting up with her lover.
Its a cool late autumn day,
and flushed faces show
the pleasure of their meeting.
Holding hands
they shuffle through the fallen leaves
planning for a future
blissfully unaware
of how now shapes us more.
They go shopping for dinner,
and she accidentally
leaves the scarf behind.
Some paths close now,
others open
and life moves on.

I open my eyes smiling
and gently fold the scarf.
Laying it down
I think
it will make a lovely addition
to my collection.

I dreamed last night
of ice cream.
The soft serve kind
chocolate and vanilla swirl.
Cool and sweet
melting in the sun;
running down the cone,
across my hand,
sticky and dripping.
Then I woke
and looked outside,
still winter.

Who
besides you
am I but an echo of?

Who
besides you
is the source of my soul?

Who
besides you
holds my heart in your hand?

Who
besides you
is behind the stars?

Who
besides you
is the source of all life?

Who
Besides you
is love?

Whom
I pray
are you?