Now her

beauty falls

through the

hourglass

without purpose,

more like witnessing

the passing of

a prison

sentence from

25 to life than'

anything else.


someone should

of saved her

long ago.

not a knight

in shining

armor or

a prince riding

a majestic

white steed.


just someone

who would of

loved her,

and she

learn to love

him back.


she can hide

amongst

her  children's

over planned

hectic lives.

and pretend

there is

hearts gold

at the

end of some

rainbow,


but someday

even her

children  will

be old enough

to see it too.


the hourglass

the beauty lost.


the sacrifice of

a dead wife in

marriage.

never pretending
catching the
reflection of
each of
your heart beats
entwined
with mine.

and the
destination is
always the
same,

a glimpse
of heaven,

and this
moment of
everything
in your

eyes
tonight.

Oceanside california

four in

the morning.

eating
**** dog
corn, and

drinking a

poor man's

whiskey.



walking
talking
to whats left

of myself.

My giddy up
footsteps
follow carry
me home.

old,

Beginning

my final sleep
inside
my bones,



it comes

over me,

like warm

milk soaking

through
my favorite

pecan
cookie.



it reminds
me that

one of
these
days,
I will
keep

my final

promise
to you.

and let
all of
the rest
fade to black.


like

juvenile

feathers long

ago fallen
at my
feet.,



in the

end of

questions and

doubts,



there will
only
be you.

She is

a empty

box.



no matter

what people

put into

her she

will never

amount

to much.


she is a

picture on

a page.


that everyone

falls in

love with.


like those

deep sea

fish that

illuminate

in the

depths,


running into

her will

never end

well.


I see her

now and

then I

used to

see her

alot.


and then

she took

the biggest

bite.


and my love

of poetry

here


was never

the same

again.

(the **** of a fellow poet of mine...)


I imagine

I was there

helplessly

hoping.


As your

head  bangs

off the

wall,


and your

clothes and

boots are torn

from your body.,


like a

angry child

playing with

a RaggedyAnn

doll.


all the

while I

watch your

shadow struggling

with all

it's might.


for freedom

for salvation

in a stupid

rag doll

kind of way.


but I know

hate  and

destruction

when I see it,


it is a sore

that won't heal,


a maggot that

won't stop

eating,


there down

deep in your

chest,


right next to

broken childhood

memories but

then just

a little left

of broken hearts,


you would

rather forget..


life punched

you right

in the face

and then It

wouldn't get

back off

of you.


and though

tonight

you still

smile your

bubble gum

smile a bit,


and wave

your hand

like a angel

through

your hair.


but the

black truth is

hate has

taken it's

bite.


and it's

teeth were

true and

sharp and

afterward

drenched in

crimson red.


and now

unfortunately

you understand

far too well,


that  forever

means something

different to

each of us.

Though

life's

torns may

entwine and

bleed our

hearts

dry in

suffering.



in full

witness of

God's

open eyes.


asking

penance,


I would lie

down and

surrender

everything

to you,


and shelter

you from

any harm

or doubt

in love..


the giving

is the

salvation


of turning

black

to light.


to see your

eyes

and taste

your lips,


in faith



without

sorrow.


or pain..


to hold

you still,


with divine

intervention


and patience


of giving

everything,


and receiving

everything


in return.

The taste

of goodbye

on her

la la

lips,


hot breath

as she

opens

her mouth

for the

last time


just for

me.


her kid

playing like

an orphan

child neglected

in the next

room.

her mother

and I

lying naked

across her

bed

exhausted

on this

sunday

afternoon.

radio:s

on in

the next

room,


no song

that rings

a bell

or stirs

a particular

memory.


just this

infectious

moment

in her

siren

eyes,


and the

deepest

thought

knowing

that I

shall

never

feel this

way again.


and a

caption

above

our heads

that we

may both

live to

regret

this passing

sorrow.

I the

compass

now broken,

her the

shape in

the clouds

that you

think you

see something

for a

moment,


and then

in the

next moment

it is

forever

gone.

Some times

at night,

you
curl at
the foot
of your
gypsy
bed,

with the
grace
of an angel
smitten.

heart half
given.

soul half
empty
to love.

the lyrics
of Lennon
forever,

wandering
through the
strawberry
fields in
your head.

where sometimes
nothing
seems
real.

but the
moment
before
sunset
and night.

when I

walk through

your door.


you become

all that is

best about you.
and I am

completely unaware.

as you become
quiet
like a
cat.

sneaking
up to
extinguish
a mouse's

last light.

Black raven,


with a broken
arrow wing,

captain Ahab
limp as it
barely makes
it's way
over the
the stone

cobbled street.

fate's
cruel
breaths
rising and
falling
from it's
chest,

as it
stops
to awkwardly
leans to
one side
to rest

for a fractured

moment.

to reconcile
this moment
of solitude
and fate's
final judgment.

and meanwhile
your 3,000 miles
away

no one
to love
you now.

you hide
under your emotionless
blankets of your
cold empty
lover's bed.

the white whale
and true love
just outside
your grasp.

like this
bird,

on this

cold chill
street.

you just
sit...

waiting
for the
cat

to come.

We dance

around it

like awkward

3 legged

chickens.


surrender,


before the

world strips

away any

hope our

hearts might

have left.


I'm' in

your wish

closet now,


you put

me there

all for

yourself,


and I

willingly

closed the

door behind

us.


no questions

that way ,

only promises

to us,


and on

the edge

of your

town

you will

dream  to me

by yourself.


in your

beautiful

disguise,


in the

words that

you write,


lost the

watch that

he gave you

years ago

on your

left wrist,


it just didn't

tell time

like it used

too it

just didn't

fit anymore.


and I look

in your eyes,

and I see

you,


not like

he does.


he did once

but that

was a long

time ago.


when time

stood still

every time he

looked at you,


and these

brick roads

suddenly came

alive,


your here

now with me

and let's

let nature

take it's

course.


your secrets

give them

room

to breathe,


so when You

look at me

you will know


your closet

wishes are

safe with

me.


without fear

without hesitation


and to

ignore them

our love would

surely die.

a place
to rest
my soul,

and be
quiet inside
my heart.

and watch
the madness
of this world
run by.

and over
in the
corner
your smile
always puts
me at ease.

and the
morning runs
deep
behind
your eyes.

and for
the forgiveness
of our

regrets in
my wildest
dreams I
know you
will always
be the
biggest part
of me.

Enormous
fake *****.

she thinks
she walks
on water,

no wait
it is wine
cheap at
that.

I see
her buy
it sometimes
at 6 in the
morning
at the
local
supermarket,

when
she thinks
no one
else can
see.

and she
always
pulls me
aside gives
me a sloppy
kiss on
my cheek.

and then
proceeds
to tell me
her latest
personal
fiasco.

or about
this current
lover or
that and
how he isn't
quite
right. and
he never
calls her back,


or that
he is
so inadequate
in bed.
it almost
puts her to
sleep.



She is

a woman

running on

empty.

Today I
woke
up it was

5:45 a.m.
and I didn't
want to
stir from
bed.


didn't need
my trix
cereal fix
that bad.


I said
to myself.

didn't want
to go
to the
supermarket

just to
see if
she was

dead.

And in

this moment

you  have

allowed
me to

look
deeply,

and now
I have
found you.

your trust
broken,

love
abused,

tossed
aside
like a
broken toy

from a
childhoods
troubled
past.

you sit,


your
heart beat.
barely
stirring
over in
the corner,


and your
father
will not
notice,

and your
ex-husband
will not
care.

if I
come
in.

and carry
you
home.

time to
mend.

love to
heal.

time to
dream
new dreams,

and travel
with small
steps
parading,

to a better
place

for you
for your
daughter,

and a
rainbows

promised

end.

Two drunken
debts are
better
than one.

though in

truth neither one
will ever
be paid.

our hearts
to one
another

hermit
shells ,

that we
change
every now
and then

depending

on our

dysfunctional

moods.

and this
time
I have
you.

we are
a tribute
to the
ridiculous.

running
blind,

almost
naked
in shame to
our
ivory
bones.

just the
bare skin
on our
back.

to keep
us in tack

or sane.

with our
heads just

trending
above the
water line.

say "yes"
and maybe
we will
survive
the cut

of the judge's

knife across

our necks

and final

plea.

and everything
will change
before
our eyes.

"that's our story"

my first
marriage.

Dischord
in the

witness of  
laughing stars

tonight.

No justice
in the
turned
down
corners
of the smile
she wears.

holy roller
prayers
keep her
awake at
night.

she would
open
her wings
but
she has
lost
the taste
for flight.

broken love
hangs from
her body
like rags
on a prison
doll.

the edge
of no reason
has cut
her
open like
a knife.


her destiny
naked
running
across the
floor..

right side up

is now upside

down.


in her

deepest

depths

she knows

now..

he doesn't
love her...

eggs burning

in the next

room,

skillet pan

sizzling

with no

relief,


blind sided

by her

awkward

cantaloupe

smile,

her Sunday

best

dress torn

from a

tug and

a pull,

I stumble like

a one legged

man in

full retreat.


having met

my match

and then

some.

bruised with

purple

spots

all up

and down

my face.

because

I lacked

the courage

to say

what had

to be said.


love is

a two

legged

beast,


that can

rise up

and kick

you in the

teeth,

as easily

as wake

you up

with the

tenderness

of kisses

in the

morning

light.


or was

it the

cheap

bottle

of whiskey

flying

across the

room at me

that took

it's toll?


to sober

up in

her hell

bent fire

is to

leave this

world

and never

see the

light again .



begging for

forgiveness

taking the

marks upon

my back

for regret.


pity the

savior who

comes


after me.

You roll
off his side
of the bed.

like a prisoner
just released
from jail,

and wander
in melancholy
around
your room

tripping in
your life
over the
remains
of him
and

the pain

of empty

spaces.

the dance
partner lost.

now there is
no order
to the
movement
to your day

the sun
kisses
you
cold.

and your
love
retreats

to hidden

far away
places...

and winters
of betrayal
and pain

that only
few hearts

can bear.

and from
where even
fewer

hearts are
ever heard
from

again..

Cashed out
dreams in
my heart,

only memories
of dark
places in
my head.

how could
you of
been everything
to me
and now
your just
a blank destination
in my bones.

That I am
never going
back too
even if
I wanted
to.

too many
wrong turns
bad directions
broken yellow
lines.

my dreams
have now
become the
one and only
true definition
of lost.

and you just
passed me by
and then
went
on without
me.

far away
from this
Empty Sunday
morning

and my
eyes are only
dots in
your rearview
mirror.

soon to
be forgotten
never to
be loved
again.

like trash
dumped from
your speeding
white hot
Chevy front
door

window.

no seat
belt attached

begging for
this wind
to take me
home.

today we
will say
good-bye to
a friend of
my son who
past at
24 years
of age.

and I must
ask you
why?

and in
each day
to come
my son
will ask
you why?

and today
we will
bury him
and his
parents
will ask
you why?

and I will
pray for
my son and
I will pray
for their
son.

and I will
pray that
I never

take their
place.

Yet again

lost pieces
of her
fairytale
forever,

are now
torn,

thrown
carelessly

like barren
dead seeds

across
the shedding
floor.

love letters
from far
off places.

that won't
be writing
back.

lies shared
in midnight
passion,

between
hot bodies
forged in

a lover's
fire.

now lie

expired.

her existence

with him defined
by love
bought with

grocery
greenback
trading
stamps,

in a

hick
Indiana
general
store in

the middle

of her town.

but what
is bought
in a cheap  
moment,

will not
last the
next.

love bartered.
her soul

pulled
from the
root.

cut and
dry.

to wither
and die.

but the
crows
smile,

their
bellies
full.



Cinderella

will never

be heard

from again.

Living in

her shadow

over forty

years have

gone by.


But I still

remember

her **** rule

as if It

were yesterday.


Mrs. Satterfield.

my fourth grade

teacher

at Lincoln

elementary

in Lynwood California.

.
and every

now and

then when

I think about

her. I feel

a need

to straighten up

my posture,

turn in

all of my homework

on top

her cracked

and peeling old

wooden desk.


spit out

my gum.

and look

to the

nearest

clock,


and count the

minutes until

lunch or

when I

get my release

to go home.


"no

gum chewing

allowed!" I'm

certain

it is on

her head stone

somewhere.


but I am still

much too

afraid to

go on

a little

escapade  

to look.


so I sit

still.

very still.

waiting for the

bells of

independence.

from Mrs. Satterfield"s

fourth grade

class to ring

in my head.


sometimes it is

almost like

I never

left.


sometimes

I can see

her looking at

me from across

the room.


and sometimes

forty years

later, bless

her soul


she smiles.

Hollow sounds

running away

from the back

of my heart.


I can't

chase them.

I can't

go back.

no matter

how much

I wish

that I could.


I'm blinded

sometimes

by the things

that I have done.

choices that

I have made.


In our love

I opened

up the

box of ******* jacks.

and the prize

was missing.


I was so

much less

to you.

than you

deserved

..
lost  myself  after ten

years or so in

our relationship.


and I never

found

you

again.


We died

in my shallow faith

and we

never

even

noticed.


They say

that I am

not that

person

anymore.


and my marriage

now of 24 years

was always

meant to be

the love of

my life.


and I

am just

writing

this

because I

thought

that you

might like

to know.


with no

regrets...


I finally

found

my prize.

In the
black and
white
photographs
of you
that I keep
deep inside
my mind.

I keep
them in view
in everything
that I do.

and someday
there will
be one
of you
and I.

and I will
remember
that moment
as if I
had lived
it a hundred
years or
more.

no illusions
or past lovers
to remember.

no broken
hearts or
dreams
to heal.

you are
my moment
when everything
is free,

and true

and under
a billion stars
at night,

your love
will bathe
me,

and your love
will call me
from the
depths
of my soul.

and I am
certain
that for
forever
I will see
a fairy tale,

there awaiting
me in your
eyes.

where angels
soar and
I am a child
of these
nights

no longer
afraid of
the black

or the
loneliness
here

without you.

I know
there is a
sadness in
your loveliness,

and that
sometimes
you reach out
into the night
hoping your
dreams
might last
forever
but you know
that they
never will.

and some
nights
my body rests
back to
back with
yours and we
talk
long
deep
into the night.

we have become
best of  friends
through
the blessing
and falls
of time.

and in
your eyes
I have
found the
greatest peace
that I have
ever known.

and sitting
under exploding stars
tonight ,
I can
feel everything
inside me
so much
more.

perhaps it
was our
first kiss
so simple and
perfect.

that we
knew

and we
never said
a word,

and everything
in our
hearts got
rearranged,

and from
that one moment
that we met
under  the
universe.

the night

it set us free.

Love me
naked beyond
flesh or bone,

trace your
fairytale dreams
to memory upon
my lips,

runaway your
passion and lust
across my eyes,

and never
let the sun
run to retire.

and deep inside
our eyes
we will define
our destiny,

and we
will never
let each other go.

and as all
of your love
falls out
of time..

nothing will
be left
but you and I.

so let me
be your
more,

and never
be satisfied
with less.

to be young
to die old
inside  your
angel eyes

and sing.

It is the

barren place

of silence and lost

eyes,


and long deep sighs

of the sweetest

sorrow that I remember

you best.



hopes and dreams

stumbling past

my eyes like

a three-legged

dog , turning right

turning right

turning right.


always ending up

in the same

place it started.


my waterfall tears

expired my fate

is simply that

I no longer

hold your interest anymore.


like a small

child discarding

a once favorite

toy.


I will not

be welcomed

back.


and the wonder

of it all


is that I wasn't

ready to leave.


I never would

of been ready

to leave,


but that was

not my dream

it was yours,


and now love is dead,


and like a dried and

nasty smelling

womb,



God knows

in your heart

for me.


my love will

never grow

again.

We had

a training wheel

love affair.

never quite

certain of

the balance of

our relationship

or feelings.


we were

a little too

tuff, we were

a little to

Evil knievel

in love.


everything

had a first love

grace about

it.

love's blinders

were taken off.


and for awhile

we ran

like wild horses

in each other's

hearts.


we could barely

catch our

breath.

or keep our
eyes and
our hands
off eachother
for a moment.


and then

it happened.

we became

things that

you never play

with again.


I fell,

you fell.

and there was

nobody there

to stop our

fall. and


then at fourteen

years old I learned

unfortunately,


things you never

play with again.


can also

be people.

we had

a training wheel

love affair.


never quite

certain of
the balance of

our relationship

or feelings.


we were

a little too

tuff, we were

a little to

Evil kienevil

in love.


everything

had a first love

grace about

it.

love's blinders

were taken off.


and for awhile

we ran

like wild horses

in each other's

hearts.


we could barely

catch our

breath.


and then

it happened.

we became

things that

you never play

with again.


I fell,

you fell.

and there was

nobody there

to stop our

fall. and


then at fourteen

years old I learned

unfortunately,


things you never

play with again.


can sometimes
be people...

A wave's
oxygen
foaming
Appalachian
snow white.

a child's
cherry fire
lolli pop
half licked
dry

half stuck
to a tender
full moon
face.

tangerine
poppy
wild flowers
drown in
my tequila
breath.

I lie
on a hill
and
I bury my
head in

sand upside

down.

run away
seagull
clouds laugh

in unison

and in joy
do I
sing.

my first
song tonight

to you.

forget me not
in your
shadowed
eyes.

the confessions
are between
you and your
God tonight.

and as
you play
your part
in your
shadow dances.

be not afraid
just be
yourself,

it was
always your
greatest
gift
to me.

and the
sting
that awaits.
you,


be assured.
all of
your debts
in this
world have
been fully
paid.

for it
is now
I who will
be the
lonely
pauper
without

you.

A breif moment

of etiquette.

she sat

on the

bed with him,

uncertain of

the direction

their hearts

might take,


like reeds

by a lake

bending in

the wind

on a summer's

day.


lying

down to

fate could

possibly be

an option.


but he gazed

at her instead

and an empty

feeling came

over her.


and empty

moments piled

upon her one

by one  

by one.

and the

touch of

his hand

grew cold

and odd

almost unfamiliar,

and if there

was once

a passion there ,

but then

it past in

a moment

and quietly

died,

without so much

as a fight

in his eyes.

meanwhile

in the next

room

a couple

****** like

wild animals

and the groans

and the pounding

of the high

stilt bed

escaped into

her room and

intoxicated

the air.


and she

sat there

as if

it was a

misplace

twilight dream

and he sat

there.


not knowing what

to do. so

he did what

he did best

nothing.


she was only

26.

at 36 it might

of been a

whole

new situation.


of love perhaps

or wild animals

*******.


or both.

but she would

be the one

to chose,


not this

lost moment

not this

moment of

captive

lost innocence

that forever

will lie

cold against

her face.

It's a  perfect day,

and the

salt air

kisses your

cheeks,



and he

strokes back

your hair

with the hands

you trust

and perhaps

even love.



seagulls

circling and

it's not even

a thought

in your

head that

they might all

of gathered

here to

circle you.



as the

day retires on



Oddly he seems

out of sorts

withdrawn

secretive

in thoughts.



Then he

lines up

his sights

and rushes into

the moment.



and  his words

stand to

attention

one after

The other,



ready for the

command

to attack,



to pillage

their mark.

to leave

no survivors.

not even



You!  



right between

the eyes. He says



" I have slept with someone else"



a ******* intimacy.



and the

seagulls begin

to fury.



love is

now a chill

in your

bones



a faceless

memory bleeding

out upon

the dock.



and  your lungs

gasp for air,



and fumble

with the

basic process

of oxygen

and hydrogen

inside your

heart.



or what is

left of it.



and suddenly

your realize



your naked

ashamed

and a fool.



and he

has left you

here for

seagulls prey,



caring less

running mad.



on this  

less than



perfect day.

A secret
passed

given in
confidence
of heart

from you
to me.

confided
in trust,

held with
a mother's
care.

the guard
has been
set.

boundaries
defined.

seasons
to follow
to be

tended
with grace.

souls to
be harvested
not wasted
to seed.

a child to
dance

by songs

of you..

and under
every  
moon"s ripe
bellied
womb.

from
here to
eternity's
gate.

each day

A prayer
I will
send

to you.

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.

I seek
your smile,
like a six
year old
engulfed
in the
curiosity
of you.

I peek
through
the diamond

paned windows
of your
thoughts
that you have
left  open
to me.

everything new.

somethings
unexplained.

in the still
moments before
dawn,
I sit here
at my
keyboard
and talk to
it about you.

the joys
you feel.

the heart aches
we hide.

and then
you give
me pieces
of you.

and I
hold them
dear.

like sunlight
to flowers.

you awaken
me again.

In the baptism
of your
exhaustion

from the

night before.


I would guard
your sleep.

and prop
your head
upon my
chest.

let my thoughts
pour over
you,
like a soft
rain.

I would tend
your garden
while you
slept, and
play
like a
child with
your tangled

angel hair.

I would hum you
a melody in
your ears.
and keep your fears
at bay...

I would sit
and watch
you sleep.

In hope that
in the morning
when you
awake.

we would be


everything.

If we were 10.

through
my child's
eye,

thoughts
of you
skip across
my mind,

like pebble
thoughts
thrown
on a river.

on a
summer's
day,

while
children play.

innocence
parading
homemade
kites a
bending,

to the
shears
of the wind
at Tempest
heights.

back pockets
emptied,

to a new
friend
offered

all that
I worldly
possess,

the ******* jack
compass,
the slinky,  
and the  
cat's eye
marble
blue.

I give
to you

and
nothing
less.

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.

(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.

Let God
bless our steps
along this
snailed holed
wooden
boardwalk,

may he
give us time
to share
this day.


let the sea
come up to
spray kiss
our face.

let the wind
carry my
thoughts
all around
you free,

and lie
deep in
these day dreams
that you keep.

look far
over the
horizon line
and I am
but a whisper
from you
away.

to listen
to your prayers
and calm
your worries
you bear,

and walk
with you
close and
with great
pride on
this day.

be the love
to everyone
that you
are,

the solstice
flower
so bright
for all
to see,

the one that
seems to
grow in
impossible
places,

and I will
find you
and rejoice
at your
sight.

till time
fades this
life away...

till stars
dull and
die alone  in
their celestial
light...

I will
think of
you..

As you stand
by the ocean black
water,

Your eyes
settle gently
between
heaven and
earth,

your thoughts
run like a
fairy tale
ending struggling
to find itself.

over in
the corner
of your
smile
your dreams
laugh back
at you,

and a thousand
clouds
overhead
beg you to
give them
your attention.

and the
sea before
you rocks
like a children's
lullaby
rocking you
to sleep.

and still
you stand
tall and gaze
out into
the water,

praying perhaps
for something
to come home
to you.

something lost,
something not
found deep
in your heart,

and between this
world and
the next.

long after
all the tears ,

that in your
life,

that you
might ever
cry.

I pray someday
you will

find it..

You sit
by the
seaside
waters
edge,

and blue
sky
embraces
you,

and the
afternoon
sun
light
dances
through your
tangled
angel hair,

and the
ocean tide
strains to
touch you.

and the
salt air
intoxicates
you,

and for
a moment
you are
as free as
the seagulls
that hover
like salt and
pepper
pilgrims
above you
on the
breeze.

and you
sit and
wonder in
this moment
and what
your life
has become,

and you
smile
and God
smiles
with you.

and I
smile
for you,

and reach
to catch
your eyes,

to be
intoxicated
for a while

like the
tide that
moves
inside you,

the open
heart that
beats within
you

I reach for
nothing else.

And at
blackest point
of night
when stars
fall to
your angel
eyes,

and the clouds
dance before
you in hues
of black and
blue,

and the
sea stands
before you
a humble
witness
in trust.

kiss the
moon and
be reborn
for a moment
in time.

as truth is
your shadow
and time
is your
fate.

and I will
be the
soul who
applauds
you,

the keeper
of your
smile and
laughter
for a while..

I will
celebrate

you.

and peel
back your
stories of
heart,

and keep
them for
a deep breath
or two
under this
celestial
sky,

and be
the audience
who stands
upon my
feet.

to watch
you from
a far...

and embrace
the miracle
that you
are.

You are
the dream
of everything.

the slumber
while I
sleep,

as the
peace
and blessing
of your
smile,
falls over
me

you are
the pieces
of my
night
that I
remember.

the warmth
in my
soul
that I
carry with
me through
out
my day,

till night
returns
me to
you

and our
thousand
dreams
till

dawn.

under black

night star lite

night by

sea.



I would be

your pillow,

and my dreams

your sheltered

grace.



and in

these moments

of salvation

I would give

you all

that I am.



the travels

of many roads

the tears

of many hearts.



I would lay

down upon

your dreams

and cover them

with mine.



a thousand miles

away ,



only a

moment"s  wink

in time,



when I

hold close

this moment

and  think of

it  as mine.

She sleep walks

from one

relationship

into another like

a drunken sailor

trying to get

to sleep in a

stranger's  bed.



titering here,

slouching there,

trying desperately

to hold

some kind

of emotional

compass.


but there

is none.


only jagged pieces

of  broken

" I love you's"

lying naked

on her

bedroom

floor.


pointing upward

pristine

testimonials

waiting

to invoke their

****** and

pointless solitude

on yet another

aborted

relationship.



it is a

nowhere

wasteland

between

heaven and

hell.


her personal

hereafter.


and from

the first step

out of

her bed

you bleed.

bleed deep,


and you

realize her

bed was never

a refuge


it was as

sacrifice.


and you

slept a

fool.

Lying

in the
dark.

have all
of your
rose petal
promises
fallen
at your
angel
feet?

is time
just
a silhouette
of tired
dreams,

lost
through
the open
windows
of your
eyes.

as your
touch
lies

unanswered.

a treasure

for true
love
to find.

waiting in
your sleep

running
when you
are
awake

to the
place,

where
the souls
of missing
people

lie.

For 35 years

he would

man his little

starters golf shop

and each time

my sons and I

would dread

seeing him

there.


but we golfed

and he complained

about life

his wife

his dog

his general lot

in life.


and he

took no responsibility

with any

of it,


He woke up

that morning

and said

to his wife

that Tom Petty

had died,

and how

sad he was

but the

salvation of

the matter was

that that is

exactly how

he wanted to

die someday.

quick.


it was odd for

him to wake up

at 7:30 that morning,

his wife said

he would always

wake at 8:30.


but she figured it

was nice to

have him up

an hour earlier

so they could talk

and piddle around

the house.


the day

was last

Thursday, Oct. 4th

the day Tom Petty

died.


and two hours

later at 10:30

in the morning

that grumpy

old man Lester

died  too.


and it

was quick

like a rattlesnake

just jumped

up and

bite him

in the heart.


He died

grumpy,


but in some way

all of us

are somehow

the lesser

for it.


but I also

know inside

that God

won't handle

him much

better ..


my bet is

God sends

that grumpy

old man back,

We circle

round and round

in this

circle game.


I can see

your thoughts are  like

rough tides moving

through your

eyes.


storms at sea.


the overwhelming

feeling that

we have

both been  lost

in these
hopeless nights
before.

down and

under for

our final

breaths, there

will be more

second chances

or rolls

of the dice.


it is half

past love

in your eyes.


and nothing would

give more justice

to  this moment

than a gun

to our heads

pressed tightly

together.


one bullet

two hearts.


and no

regrets or

reasons to

lie about

love

anymore.

Find my

words in

your breath,

when a moment

takes your

breath away.


I write

to your

youth,


I write

to the woman

you are

and the

woman

you someday

might be.


the daughter

the wife

the mother

the grandmother,

the beauty

of all time

passing.


and though

always I

will just be a far

away witness,


think not less

of me,

for I have

written to

you, the best

that I can.


without need

without hunger

without pretending

to be anything else

that I am.


and love

seems like

such a

little word.


From a

thousand miles

away

I applaud

you.


as long

and as

loud and

as hard as

I possibly

can.

stars bend

at the sight

of you,


just to be

nearer to

where you

are.


just as you have

bended me.


and I

am so much

the better

for it.


I am so

much more

of everything.