There is deliciousness in this empty
This warm hollow
This Sun-Blanket nap
With distant High Speckles
And clouded Moon song

There is sinful patience here
With Dream-scare
With loud slumber
With Baby Death looming

There is Ghost-Waltz here
In the snuggled sheets
In the softened fade
In the parade of wink

Take me, Night
I will pass through you
As you pass through me
Counter wise til Dawn

And in the Bright of Day
I will remember you
Long for you
Yawning and Bluish
On my next horizon.

Daily practice was my Catholic Regimen
On those strings
Blooded fingertips
Evolving into
Callused hammers

D 5th augmented, 7th
A transitional dilly
Will be
The end
Of me

It's always simple
Eventually
The reasons
Add up to one

The door leads
To the
Road
And to your
Tomorrow maybe

Your pained trail
Will fade
With a borrowed ride
Windows down

There is happy
In dog face wind
Leaving buried bones buried

That wind buffets
Slaps you
And you wake up
Towards your Not Yet

Off to the left of my inner sight
I spied a withering shadow
With hope for a
Long-lost dance.
Was it just a wind,
A willow-whisper,
A light trick.
Or a chance
To waltz
A lost soul
Into
the
Into?

I've got everything I need
Satisfaction on my knee
Ain't no place that I can't go
With these six strings and a hole

I can strum some clouds on high
I can strum an Angel's cry
Pick my way through any day
I could pluck your Blues away

Just an old brown beat-up box
Seen its worst of dings and knocks
But it still sings true to me
I'll never let it go.

Should we add the words together
Counting up the wrongs and rights
All the sweet, entangled nights
And all the sorrowed mornings?
Or can we simply start anew?
Let loose all those anger-moorings
Tying us to pain-gone-by...
I can try, will you?
See, here, see my open hand
Sweetly offered, angered not,
Gentle callus on the palm,
Strength of Love within it...
See, here, see my open heart...
Throwing words away.