And I

would not

let any

black thought

ever find you,



I would tend

to your dreams

like a



sheppard his

flock as

you sleep.



and calm

your whispers

and kindle

your dreams

of joy and youth.



doubt and despair

will not

find you,



for as you

sleep I

am there

for you to

trust and

lean upon,



our roots

run deep.

no wind

would ever

bend my

diligence and

thought of you.



and my

care for

your dreams

are beyond

the moon

and back again.



till morning finds

you awakening,



and my dreams

begin a

thousand miles

away.

(I will write to your pictures)


You stand tall
by the water's
edge
as it comes
to dance and
splash and sing
it's song
to you.

your day
is full of
the pieces
of heaven
that have
fallen into
your eyes,

and then
bless our
sight whenever
we look
into them.

and the wind
lifts and
tumbles  through
your hair
and the diamond
sparkles
that spray
across it
kiss the
horizon line.

like the magic
of falling stars
and light that
streaks across
the universe.

you dress
in diamond
black
and as
you think
your thoughts
bleed out
into the day,

like the rain
nurturing
all that
it finds in
it's path,

and in this
moments grace

your
beauty comes
to sweep the
day away.

Sometimes you
talk in whispers,

and I imagine
it must
be one of
the most glorious
things in
the universe.

to sit there
beside you
and then whisper
back at you
in return.

so young
you are
like a window
you look through
and then see
everything for
the first time,

my life is so
far past those
moments
so I leave them
all to you,

so you may
smile and sing
in  the
beauty in
everything.

to wander
and find
priceless diamonds
in your lover's
eyes.

and love
in everyone
and everything
that you see.

hold tight.

just as I hold tight
now ...

in this moment
of writing
you.

you grace us
by your sight,

bless us by
your innocence
and circumstance.

and I would
share a thousand
jelly beans
with you
after school,

like kids
without reason
laughing in
a  park

we are free.

And the
promise of forever
falls through
our eyes,

and your husband sees
it at first light.

the baptism
of stars
and your destinies
in your smile,

everything becomes
you, and wishes
and dreams
of your life
together.

so many
questions
answered and
yet to so
many questions
in life
to overcome.

except for one.

you are exactly
where you need
to be with him
sleeping under
evening stars,

making love till
the night runs dry.

and then
waking in
the morning
stronger in
spirit deeper
in love.

blinded by
the light
that God has

given thee.

a poem for a friend who is slowly dying from a rare brain disease


this day.



nothing

left in

my old

jean pockets,



only a

point

of view

you,



and it is

as soothing

as a

summer

california

sun upon

my body,



and as

holy

as a

sermon

from my

sunday

church.



I kick

off my

shoes

and run

my feet

through

this park's

uncut grass,



I am

certain

some where

in Carolina

that you

must be

doing the

same,



then I

pause

look up

at the

clouds,



and I

wish upon

them to

myself.



please one

of you

take me

to where

you are.,



but only

silence

greets me

as they

pass from

view.



and I am

left behind

once again.



with this

day

and this

point of

view of

you.



that tastes

like



honey upon

my lips..

till
the end

lean
on me.

baptize
yourself
in a
piece of
sky,

and I
will hear
your
prayers.

roll down
a meadow
hill as
a child
of our
mother
earth.

and
I will
celebrate
in your
laughter.

lie down
to dream
at night
and whisper
all your
doubts
and trials
by fire.

and my
soul will
be your
pillow
and keep
you safe.

we do
not strive.

we are.

we do
not see
with our
eyes
we dance
naked
in our
spirits.

to know
the difference.

of black
and white.

to cry
and mean
it.

to love
and be
true
to it.

at all
costs.

like river
reflecting
sky.

grain to
earth.

life
to death.

we are
of this
place

for the
beating
of a heart.

for the
failing light
on a
horizon"s
line.

and I
thank
God.

for meeting
you.

and for the
poems
that I
write
you

tonight.

(this poem is for a friend of mine who is passing from a rare brain disease)

A belief,

On our

great

journey,



we must

leave

the world's

reasons

behind,



like the

fallen lies

of a

child"s

nursery

rhyme



instead

in a

open field

I will

sit and

mediate

you.



this is

real.



I feel it

through

and through

the marrow

of my

weary

bones.



and as

I sit

the

flowers

will

color me,



and the

air

will breathe

life into

me.



and all

that I

see will

take

root in

who you

are.



I do

not ask

why.



to me

it is

not a

child's

nursery

rhyme



it is

so much

more.



and I

shall

believe

it until

the day

that I

die..



and my

spirit

leaves this

world behind.



through

the open

sky..