Always
I thrived for little—
a quiet love
a tenderness to offer
like a brook
small and humble
seeking the next bend
toward the ocean—
knowing kindness
is offered
in playing a small part.

Time feels heavy
for some—
a boat adrift
floating aimless
a love wanting to bloom
words falling
like rain on thirsty ground—
I learned
to swallow—
hard and fast.

I carry
what I gave away—
a suitcase of unspoken words
all the hope
from one look
one touch
a soft offering
barely standing—
but never forgotten.

From where the mountains kiss the blue
I drop a note
I love you.

The faded pink of her lips
blends with the radiant gold
the sun pours into the air.

My mind wispy light in joy
flies over the top
before melting in silence.

No words count here
in the quiet submission.

~
First God
Then Everest
To the ends of elation

Her eyes in sunflare
An imprint from her light
Heavy and pulling me
The ever after of the hereafter

In that moment I was hesitant
~

Gleeful parasites intent on obliteration
feed on the stillness.
Starlight can't warm the damp grass.
If only he had cosied up once
for one last chance
to embrace.

I owe, I owe it's off to work I go
The debt is piling up the dollars come so slow

It looks like I took a turn for the worse
I hit a fork in the road and come down with
some kind of voodoo curse

These monetary blues I do detest
They've taken away my happy-go-lucky
and put me under house-arrest

My muse she flew out the door and is on-the-run
Screaming over her shoulder, it ain't a crime to be unhappy
but it isn't any fun

I owe, I owe, it's off to work I go
The debt is piling up and the dollars come so slow