Something
in the
youth
of your
smile,

the tangle
of your
half dreamt
dreams.

as you
awake
in the
early
morning.

not sure
what
is real
and what
is not.

what to keep

in your life

what to throw away.

such
are the
moments
I have,

when ever
I look
at you.

and my

shoe laces

remained

untied like

some

sloppy joe

from a back yard

field.,



and the
phone
rings

off key

unanswered.

in the
back
belly
of our
honey suckle

colored
house.

begging
to be
spoken to.

but this
moment
is as
simple
as this.

and I wish
I wish.

I could
have
this first

naked dance

with you.
this morning.

Empty out

my heart,

love's over

time to

go home.


retreat to the

silence of the

empty night

that is no longer

filled with you.


pull out a

sling shot

from my back

pocket and shoot

out the light

of the moon,


that every night

I would  see

reflected

in your eyes.


don't know

how I will ever

get over that.


pirate  dancer,

highway stagecoach

robber.


right before

my eyes

my life pages

burning,


and I can't stop

them revealing

in their fire's light,


the plain simple

truth, over

and over

again.


you don't

love me

anymore.


and the

lonely consequence

of that is

I am going

to miss you,

with this

hole in

my heart


for the rest

of my life.

.

She gave so little,


towards the

end of our

relationship.


I felt like a pigeon,


you know the kind

the ones in her

kaleidoscope life

that all

look alike,


all at the park

begging for

scraps.


scraps of

her time,

scraps of

her emotions

scraps of

her life.


it is a

sad reality

to realize your

eating leftovers

from  someone else's

hand,


and that there

is nothing you

can do about it.


the time has run out

your wings have

been clipped,


now it is

just a matter

of time before

the big fat

Chelsea cat

catches you

out in the open


and puts yours

eyes to dead.


but once you

wrote poetry

for her eyes

only,


and you looked

at the moon even

though she

was thousands of  

miles away.


and then

she trapped

you in a park

began feeding

you little pieces

of her heart.


all the while

she was just

fattening you

up for the

big cat's dinner.


the moment right after

her goodbye,


the moment

love

hit you right

between the

eyes.

Serpent weeds

of my aged

memories
clogging,
invading,

cracking through
the  walls of
my soul.

looking into
the mirror
and seeing

myself in

the veil of
what is half true
and half
false.

dreams
no longer
recognized
make strange
bed fellows
in the
night.

leap of faith
falling
dead to
mother
earth.

m n m's
spewing
from a poor
boys back
pockets.


a beggars banquet

to all
who gather
to see
me  on

my knees

gathering

there.


yellows first

then greens

then browns.


a lesson well

learned from when

I was a child.



when death

was just a

five letter word.


to laugh at

in the night.

There will
always be
things in
the world
that can
only be
described as
one and
two.

faith and
love,

whispers and
intimacy,

the image of
your body
in my

bed at

night.

there will
never be
a moment

in my life

that I would

ever
not recognize
you,

and you
me.

and doubt
has always been
forever  
outside of
us
,
like stars
shining
outside
canopy clouds
of black.

this sky
will always
belong
to us.

like one
and two

never yearning,

never seeing
anything else.

I know
the feeling
of the
day surrendering
to the
night,

peeling back
coffin
embers from
the corners
of your
eyes,

that lie
estranged to
the memory
of light.

I have
slept between
the heaven
and earth
that lies
between each
breath that
you take,

and to
the vacant
black
crow's
night
we sing

in God's
perfect
harmony.

to awake
in the
morning

where
I am not
I nor you
are not
you.....

we are more..

I know in
seeing you
once,

that some
how we
had already
blessed
a lifetime
between us.

and there was
a million
things between
us that
had to be
said.

before our
first hello.

and open wounds
that had
to be
mended,

and quiet moments
that had
to be explored.

we meet these
people in
the oddest
of moments,

when each
of us
bears an
equal weight.

to fate
to love

to one
sight that
for a
moment

passed
between
our eyes....

and then
slipped away

to eternity
laughing.

Perhaps in
your eyes
is there
a color
just for
me..

a blessing
never given
before

unconditionally.

a hue
of love
and laughter
and life,

a bridge
between
us that
no one
else
can travel?

when you
cry let
my arms
fall around
you,

stay within
my breath
and body's
warmth.

when you
suffer let
your soul
open
and come
to confession,

to take
me in
without
judgment
or hesitation.

let the
moments
we share
be every
thing,

be the
trademark

in every
moment
that
you live.

and at
night
lie with
me there
still..

in heaven's slumber.

not confused
or obligated
by love's
awkward
physical
desires..

be only
giving
and accepting
and embracing
in our
bodies
open
pleasure,

in every
moment
that
our bodies
touch.

be my
vessel
to fill
and drink,

to hold
and be
drunk in
the magic of
your open
eyes..

that look
into this
world
and the
next.

and see
my seed
buried
deep
inside
you.

to the
place
where
prayers are
answered

to the
bed where
you will
never be
alone

to cry.

Open eyes /  

perhaps in
your eyes
is there
a color
just for
me..

a blessing
never given
before

unconditionally.

a hue
of love
and laughter
and life,

a bridge between
us that no one
else can travel?

when you
cry let my arms
fall around
me,

stay within
my breath
and body's
warmth.

when you
suffer let
your soul
open
and come
to confession,

to take me in
without judgment
or hesitation.

let the moments
we share be everything,

be the trademark

in every moment
that you live.

and at night
lie with
me there
still..

in heaven's slumber.

not confused
or obligated
by love's awkward
physical desires..

be only giving
and accepting
and embracing
in our bodies
open pleasure,

in every moment
that our bodies
touch.

be my vessel
to fill and drink,

to hold and be
drunk in
the magic of
your open
eyes..

that look
into this
world and the
next.

and see my seed
buried deep
inside you.

to the place
where prayers are
answered

to the
bed where
you will
never be
alone

to cry.

we lie
deep
in love's
past illusions,

in speckled
darkness.

a greed
of loves
hunger
drives us.

under a
cantaloupe
slice moon
delicious.

my hollowed
self shimmers
in your
reflection.

I cannot
hide from
you.

though light
beckons us,

over the
horizon,

we will have
none of it.

we slumber
in the
belly
of the
darkness
that engulfs
us

unwilling
to move
or be
stirred by
the morning
light,

a abandoned
tea ***
blows
off key
in the next
room.

it will
have none
of this
morning
either.

and as I
lie in your
arms
and you
in mine.

life is

simple..


we pretend
forever

away.

We lie
deep
in love's
past illusions,

in speckled
darkness.

a greed
of loves
hunger
drives us.

under a
cantaloupe
slice moon
delicious.

my hollowed
self
shimmers
in your
reflection.

I can not
hide from
you.

though light
beckons us,

over the
horizon,

we will have
none of it.

we slumber
in the
belly
of the
darkness
that engulfs
us,

unwilling
to move
or be
stirred by
the morning
light,

a abandoned
teapot
blows
off key
in the next
room.

it will
have none
of this
morning
either.

as I
lie in your
arms
and you
in mine.

and we
pretend
forever

away.

Let the
Kraken
come
to pull
me down,

deep
into your
eyes.

to drown
and never
let my
body
go.

to wander
unsaved
through
heaven's
gate.


or the
forgiveness
of a
single
kiss.


bury
me cold
in the
corners
of your
smile.

and let the
halls
of time
echo
with your
voice
and laughter.

in all that
you did
to me.

and all
that
I thought
you
might.

I am
the fool
for
knowing
you.

for walking
one
step,

with your
hand in
mine.

to nowhere
places.

where
you throw
away.

things
no longer
needed.

or people
that
no longer
amuse
you.

to that
place

that in
the deep
slumber
of time.

that I will
come to
know

far too

well.

The dumb

bird sits

and sways

on it's

splintered

wooden bar

and sings.,


one song

one voice

over and

over again.


like a

prisoner

sentenced

somewhere

between

5-10.


parole not

an option

newspapers

and seed

cuisine


a blessing.


and by

some miracle

we share

the same

love life,


looking

out at the

world

between

bars with

no Walter

mitty in

our souls.


he has

no excuse

to this

evenings

night and

stars.


and I will

just wake

up one

morning

and find

him dead.


and envy

the dumb

bird

who never

learned


to fly.

Again this

morning I

saw her,

Patty.


She sits

at the bus stop

wishing for

the big

yellow bus to

come,


or is it

the next one,

or the one

after that.


Life has hit

her hard,

open wounds

easy to read.


She doesn't belong

to anyone else

anymore.


Her broken heart

out of rhythm

kicked to

the side

of the road

and forgotten.


so she

just sits

under the

early morning

light.


once she

was somebody's

newborn baby,


once I imagine

she could

have been

a beauty,

but that was

along time

ago.


Before the

savage teeth

of crystal ****

took it's

first deep bite,

and then

each night

came to

feed upon

her again,

and again

and again.


now she

just wanders

around the city,

panhandling

here panhandling

there 25 bucks

to lie down in

the back of

your car.


it's Monday

9 am I witness

her in her

same familiar spot.


I pray to myself

"my God, I hope

she makes

it to ten."

Through the
marrow of
my bones
I do love
you,

where it
is the purest
white.

in the
heart of
the deepest
black night
do I see
you,

and surrender
to your black
smoked eyes.

and as you
lie open
and waiting.

for the
taste of
us.

I feel it.

and wonderland
is not for
children
anymore..

we have become
the sunrise
and the sunset
in our
lives.

the Romeo
and Juliet
of the dreams
tucked
underneath
our bedroom
pillows.

nothing
reminds me
of my life
before you.

you have
changed all
of that.

we carve
the rivers
edge ,

and forever is
just up ahead
within reach,

of our first kiss

tonight.

and everything
in her eyes
and the reflection
in mine,

is the story
of our lives,

and at
night,

the quiet
slumber
is that of
clouds slowly
moving through
the sky
on a rainy
night.

and  in
our sleep
and in
our dreams her
hand always
seeks to
hold mine,

and never
do we
wake.

and in morning
her kiss is
deeper still.

and today
in the moments
we are apart,

are all the
moments in
my life
that I
will only
miss her
more.

and a hundred
times today
I will look
up to the sky

and say,

"she married me
she married me"

and for
that Lord
I will be

forever blessed.

9 PM
you take
my
breath
away
with
your

tear drop
smile.

your fire
*******
kisses

and angel
laughter
in the
middle
of our
night.

while
a canopy
moon crests
over a
star
filled
night.

the heavens
bend
to you.

and your
gentle
ways.

and your
angel
dreams,

and to
all the
wonders
about
you that
I hold
so dear
to me.

the celebration
of sky
is you

in all
this sky
can hold.

and a
moment
without
you.

would
certainly
be the
absence

of sky

itself.

And your
heart seeps out
into the
ground.

only to
be buried
cold by
this moment.

buried by
all of the
fragments of
news and
pieces of
you,

loves won
loves lost.
love never
given,

love never
received.

and in
this tragic
glimpse of
time,

now
you must
face the
honesty
of you.

standing on
a breach
of echos
of times
that you thought
you heard
I love you,

and then
you almost
answered
"I love you
back".

and now
with this
sickness that
questions
and grips
our very
lives,

thank God I
I know that
I am exactly
where I
was meant
to be.

and I love
my wife
like a
dream come
true.

and I hope
it is that
way with
all of
you.

cause one
heart was
never meant
to go
through all
of this

alone.

And she
said "yes!"

she will
marry me,

and it
entirely changed
the apex of
my life's point
of view.

and now there
were two.

it was like
jumping off
a cliff and
landing on
only a deep
ocean sky.

and love was all
we knew ,

and
my dreams
were all we
lived.

together in
everything that
we did.

and "I love you
became our
point of view.

it was
the perfect timing
of the universe.

when

I asked
her to marry me

and she "said Yes"

i have
broken
my cocoon
for you,

I sit wet
and new
before
your touch.

and in
a day's
life let
me float
before your
gypsy
eyes,

and catch
your breath
beneath
my wings,

so I
might feel
love in
everything
that is
you,

hold me
upon your
wrist and
wonder
of God's
beauty of
creation,

and whisper
a prayer
to open
my monarch
wings to
sky,

and I will
rise to
your spirit,

and one
day I
will reach
forever
in your
smile.

and at
that
moment
I will be
exactly
where I
want to
be,

and death
will not
find me
wanting
here.

in this
moment
with
you,

for it is
far more
than
I ever
could of
dreamed,

that a
single
day could

ever be...

Her sun

dried belly

stirred under

the morning

covers.


as I

leave our

bed,


her favorite

dark chocolate

wrappers

crinkled beneath

my feet,


as I crossed

the floor.


half filled

glasses of

*** lie

slain

on our

bedroom

nightstand


testimonies

to our

time and

dreams well

spent together.


no names

exchanged.


no ****** or

emotional

scares,


it was a mutual

midnight negotiation

based on

the one

reality that

last night

neither one

of us wanted

to go

home alone.


we were

pirates of

sorts.

living and

loving through

desperate

times.

conquests

and surrenders,



sometimes you

just can't

tell the difference

between the

two.


and other

times it

hits

you naked

right

between

your eyes.

And on

your birthday

God

handed you

to me,



and I felt

unworthy.



no matter

of fate

could bring

such a

perfect child

here to

me.



and our

stars were

from that

moment

crossed,



and  my heart

became full

of you.



and dinosaurs

and sci-fi

movies and

sports would

be the

stories of

our lives.



and evening

prayers of

faith would

be our

canopy.



and your

worldly travels

would fill

your dreams,



and I would

grow old

and you

would constantly

make me

feel loved,



cause even

in the

greatness of

the man

you have

become,



always in

your eyes



I still

see my

child.



and that

is the

greatest

moment

in my

life ,



that I

have ever

come to

know.

Something I

remember

most about

you.



When you were

about 4 years

old for

some odd

reason you

would want

me to

cuddle with you

and lie down

and read

books in

the corner

of  a room.



it would

never take

long and soon

you were

in your

angel sleep.



and often

was the

time we would

wake up

in a pile

of blankets

in the morning

that way.



with each

of our dreams

tucked away

in each other's

heads.



with you resting

your head

on my

arm and

your tangled

angel hair all

wrapped up

around my

face.



I never asked

you for reasons

why but

eventually

you grew out

of this phase,



but to this day

those nights

with you

lying next to

me with your

stuffed animals

were some

of the most

tenderest moments

of my life.



your little

angel sighs  

when you

would turn

your body

one way

and then

the next.



and every

moment it

just meant

more and more

to me

to realize

that for the



rest of

my life

that God

had given

me you

to take

care of.



and now at

21 one years

old you

are one of

the most

beautiful things

that I

have ever

seen.

You would always

sit in your

baby carrier

with an odd

little tilt

of your

head,



and I would sit

across from you

and tilt my head

in return,



and even

though you

were a baby

you would

laugh and I

swear you

would get

our little

inside joke.



and as you

grew the

neck tilt

would stop

but I would

look for it

over and over

again,



but as you

grew older,

your sense of

humor grew

and it wouldn't

be long

until you were

the center of

everyone's

attention.



and your

laughter would

pour over us

and your words

would be

funny and kind,,



and I knew

you had the gift

of laughter

from my father,



and though

he passed

many years before

you were

born,



i can still

hear him

in your voice

in your laughter

I see him

in your eyes

at night.



they light up

a room they

light me and

your mother's

heart,



to know

that the

memory of

your little head



would be

forever tilted

in our

hearts to

hold.

(For my daughters

Nicole and Rhianna)



and your

children
bend to
your river
as your
life flows
through
them
,
from
conception
to birth.

the current
is strong.

their heartbeats
in tune
with yours,

from the
beginning
of time,

each moment
christening
the next.

the mother
lode inside
you fulfill
their destiny's
needs.

a daughter
a son is
born.

a sunrise
and a
sunset
kissed.

to you...




mommy poems/

in the
eyes of
your child
the sigh
of your  
voice,
the earth
under
your feet,

your dreams
dance with
them.

midnight
chariots
race the
sky, and
love is
the river
that carries
you,

over and
over again.

no surrender.

your children
God's blessings
to your
eyes....



mommy poems/

your journey
through the
nexus in
her eyes
amazes,
as she
lies half
asleep
next to you.


and the
nature's
mirror that
you cannot
ever stop
looking at
her through,
tells you
even
with eyes
closed,

that she
will forever
be your
child.

and you realize
the cord
that was
cut at
birth,

really wasn't.

it only
grew
stronger
as the
years
turned by,

a tree
to root
a bird's
first flight,

a mother
you will
always be,

in your
first born
daughter's
eyes.

(for Noah when he was

5 years old)



Child angel

resting

on a pillow

of clouds.



Head of hair

three weeks

overdue

from the

barber's

chair.



spiderman pajamas

keeping

your dreams

toasty

against the

midnight air.,



your mother

and  I lying

next to

you as you

sleep.



only five

years old.

and you

have made

every

dream in our

lives come

true.



slumber well

our son.

slumber deep.



under this

harvest moon



our dreams

you keep.

Your mother

and I

stood

on

the exit

steps of

Kaiser hospital

in Hollywood

the day

after you

were born.


The nurse

handed us

some brochures

and said

she wished

us all

of the best,

and that

you were

one of the

most beautiful

babies that

she had

ever seen.


your mom

and I

just looked

at each other

wondering why

no one was

coming

home with us

to help us

raise you

until you

were at least

18 or so.


The morning dawn

was just coming

up over the

hills and I

knew our

lives would

never be

the same,


and that

I would

try with

all of my might

to be a good

father for you,


but deep inside

I was thinking

what in

the world

am I

suppose to

do with

you now.


so for

the next 30

or so years

we tried

our best and

gave you

all of our love

and all

the ounces of

our wisdom.


and you

have given me

more than

I ever thought

possible for

a daughter

to give her

father.


and to have

the honor of

raising you

through the

years


in my life

that has

made all

of the difference

in the world.

I would travel
far and
I would reach
for your
open hand,

and talk
search amongst
your eyes,

for secrets
and questions
of your
heart that
have long
been unanswered.

and we
would wonder
still under
Dakota skies,

and sigh
in this friendship
of silence.

no expectations
or hidden
agendas of
childish blind
faith.

and our path
would be blessed
with many
footsteps of
trust and
patience,

like the wind
blowing
across your
face gently
to kiss your
lips,

and I would
be one
and you
would be
two.

destinies

that in
this moment
have come
to rest
in each other's
eyes.

and breathe.

Be patient
mend in
this time
of your
glory.

the scabs
on your
heart will
fall away
in pieces
each with
a different
story of
how it
was with
him.

be strong
endure,

let the
river of
faith inside
you take
it's course,

and like
the caterpillar
at first sight
has nothing in
common with
a cocoon and
the cocoon
has nothing to

do with a
butterfly,

again you
will break
through and
learn to fly.

and your
love will
be deeper
and your kisses
will be
sweeter,

and I will
stand on
the ground and
look up
and applaud'
you.

for my heart
too is on
this journey,

for some
reason God
has made
it this way.

and as
I prayed
for you and your
children this
morning,

I know he
is always
right...

Summer melts away
like a soft serve
Neopolitan
ice cream
cone upon
your lips
then mine,

and today
greets you
like a taste
that is
new,

and
it's taste
releases
old tired
tears to be
forgotten,

like adolescent
nursery rhymes
that your
mother sang
to you.+

that were
your everything
for awhile.

but now  you
are awake
and life is
everything
before you,

and the morning
like a new
lover breaks
before my

eyes.

It is a
different view
that I know
that you
once had
for your
life,

and perhaps
I might be
the last
one to
stand-in
line for
your heart.

but here
we are
heart to
heart and
the shadows
of our pains
and doubts
cover each other
like two stars
over the
blackest of
nights.

and your
love may
hide from
me and your
dreams bend
out of sight,

but love has
no time line
to love.

and stars
eventually
find their
perfect place
in the night.

and for
that to God
I am eternally
grateful..

from the very
first time
I heard your
prayers.

from the very
first time
that I saw
your eyes.

and the
universe
began

again.

and now black
has become a
friend to
you,

when you
dream at
night.

and once
a upon
a time
has become

a forgotten
moment
that has
bled out
all hope
from your
eyes.

these are
different
times now
that define
you,

a marriage
lost a family
broken.

and this
sky will
never look
the same
again.

but you
are not
dead and
you are
far from
dying,

even though
at night
it sometimes
seems that it is
so.

and I sit
and wait
just outside
your hearts
window and
I am
patient and
I am kind.

kiss each
morning sunrise
a little deeper
each day
and you
will heal.

for I
have been
where you
are now.

and then
love changed

everything.

For awhile
it will cloak
you in
your darkest
secrets.

you and him
vows
broken
empty beds
not slept in.

cocoon yourself
in new
dreams and
slivers
of the
old you
you used
to be,

when you
were a child
and the
universe was
yours and
you didn't
have to share
it with
anyone else.

and from
the cocoon you
will blossom,

and his sweat
will be long
ago dried
upon your
body.

and you
will dream
upon new
stars and
your heart
will echo
new feelings
of new
dreams breaking
through.

and the beauty
in your eyes
will return
again.

and I will
always be
there  to see
you to
smile in
return.

the fountain
of my youth
was always
you,

we were just born
lifetimes
apart.

but still
I am
always here
for you.

so bring
your light
into your
darkness..

the universe
it waits
for you.

Stay and
talk with me
awhile,

let our friendship
be the melting
of water colors
that strive
to be something
more.

something
brighter...

let all of
the scales of
your life's
disappointments
fall around
you...

and let us
put back
the pieces
that you
love that
you have
lost.

I see you
now and you
see me , and
in trust
there is
no need
to hide.

and the
celebration
of deep wishes
are only
given once,

and free will
is our
calling,

and deep
meaningful
conversations.

and even
though now
sometimes
you sleep in
the darkness,

when it is
cold and dark
.
when we
remember nothing.

that love's
shows it
naked side
and hope is
lost in pains
salvation,

it is there
that true true
friendships
are gained
by the venture.

under high
clouds of
black and
white.

deep inside

Dakota thunder
skies

when your
heartbeat
is a beacon,

and love
is a rainbow
that your
heart has
brought to
me.

It is
the empty
places
inside your
heart that
I hope
to fill,

and till
with gentle
words without
regret or
judgment
or want.

we have
lived in similar
places and
dreams.

and witnessed
the runaway
wishing stars
hide in
the night.

though times
far apart and several
lives removed.

but it is
still hearts of
the same
beating and
questions and
wishes unanswered
that we
wrap ourselves
around in
faith to
one another,

and always
the moment,

of tomorrow
what will
ever become
of us.

that moves
us forward
to the next
smile upon
your face.

which certainly
must be as
beautiful as
anything that
I have ever
seen.

and seasons
come and
seasons go.

but without
pieces of
each other
to carry
with us,

certainly time
itself will
be lost.

why do
I write
you.

it is
easier to
to do
than breathe
itself.

one moment
to the next,

it is
a feeling you
have given
me.

in quiet thoughts
alone with
this key
board as

I write to
you in
the dark

till morning
light colors
us friends.

She Sleeps
in a bed
of second hand
dreams.

surrounded by

raggedy Anne
romances
of no
depth or
consequence.

she is
a poem with
no ending
clouds with
no sky.



she sits

waiting for

heaven or hell

to finally

be done

with her.



maybe
someday
love will
give it
back.

the
key.

to the
place she
locks
all of her
secrets,

and hides

all of

her heart.

but not
now,

her broken
heart stands
alone,

the reaper.

watching,

while she
sits still


offering
only gentle
whispers.

of lonely

one way
conversations,

with empty

bottles

of wine

tonight.

we can
never
go back.

to Sunday
mornings,


with the
loves
of our
lives.

turning over
like an
open love
letter
for only
them to
read
in our
bed.



holding us
dear.

it is
a reflection
that you
can
never
focus
to clarity.

a heart
beat
that
skips a
beat,

and then
never
comes back
to you
again.

a first
kiss

just once.

and then
it runs away
from your
lips.

and at the
thought
of him.

you rush
for the
cold
salvation
of a
ice
shower
against
your skin.

whenever
to remember
when.

it is a
solitary maze
you walk..

and his
arms are
lost
to you.

and my
words.

are such
a poor
substitute

for the
look
in his
eyes,

whenever
he would
see you.

the laughter
in his
voice,

over
something
that you
have said.

this Sunday
morning

I can't
promise.

I can't
promise.

I can only
give
you these
pauper's
words

and a
place
to rest
your
weary
head.

tonight.

Beneath the
bleachers,
our toes buried
by misguided
popcorn
bites.

our life
is a wonderland.
of confetti
and caged
animal
deliverance.

our laughter
echos
from the
furled
corners
of heavy
canvas tents.

Sparks fly
from the
mingling
of our lust
at play.

dust
finally
settled

on a show
that I thought
would never
end.

Carney girl
over ringmaster

under ringmaster

and everything

in-between.

nothing
tamed.

two souls
eternally saved.

by big tops /

and deep
revival

kisses.

You know
the ones
when you
see it  
it becomes
a carnival
ride that
you can
never
get off.

and their
name never
matters,

just the tilt
of their
head,

relationships
without
bad rhymes
or cliches,

and the touch
from their
lips across

your face
over and
over again.

like  electricity
running through
your veins
over and over
again.

rodeo smiles
it was like
the fourth of
july every
moment that
I was with
you,

in our
naked
bed
slumbering
under harvest
moons in

bloom..

You are somewhere

else now,


Running full

speed,


a bat

out of

hell could

not hope

to catch

you.


and I can

only peep

through

the key hole

of your

leftover

thoughts

to catch

a glimpse

of who

you might

be deep

inside.


but I

am certain

that your

dreams

run still

and deep ,

and your

battles are

many,


and in

your mind

the  armor

that you

wear around you

is righteous

and equal

to any task.


but it will

always make

me feel

safer now,


to know

that I am

here and

you are

there,


even though

I will

never understand

those reasons.


it is

a clear

choice that

you made

about  us

a long

time ago..


like the

moment

when a

a child

first learns


how to lie.

And the
birth of the
morning in
your eyes,

and the
still of
our heart
beats
timing into
one.

love has
left
you,
to find
you again.

it is
no longer
then
it is only
now.

like broken
sheets
of snow
upon a
river,

remembering not
the harshness
of the
frozen cold

or stagnant

winter,

or the
falling
of gentle
rain
upon your
face that
remembers
not the
death of
broken
dreams

everything
is new.

and the
love you
give is
his universe
and the
pillow
you rest
your head
upon will
be his
dreams,

and you
will wear
one another
like pieces
of God's
tailored
clothing.

and to
anyone
else it
would not
fit.

it would
not give
warmth.

but only
the fleeting
glimpse of
what love

was meant
to be.

What has
become of
this moment,


the falling
of hearts
to now
surrender
to uncertain
dreams,

the tremble
of your lower
lip when
you sit
quietly
and contemplate
this fate.

of unconditional
giving and
eternity's
bond.

but it is
fate that
has brought
you here,

and the
open heart
feelings
that you have
searched
for since
you were
a child.

and now
a new
seed
has settled
in your
eyes,

nurtured
in your
soul.

I can see it

every time
you smile
when you
talk
and laugh
about
your new
life to
come.

like that
child
unable
to wait
for Christmas
morning.

the awkward
moment
of a
teenager's
first kiss.

and through

it all I will
celebrate
you..

and the
life
that is
yet to

come.

We sit
beneath the
moons
creamy white
caramel
belly,

we let
it's silver
shine
melt
over us.

the horizon
lies
a little
down in
the corner
of your
sleepy angel
eyes.

and you
wonder of
ifs and
maybes that
circle around
you like
bees
invading
a holiday
picnic in
june..

let your
doubts
fall to
the floor,

and let
your love
sweep
them away.

you will
not need
need them
anymore.

and this  
love you
have found
let it
nurture
you,

like a
young
baby
suckling  
from it's
mothers
breast,

the milk
is pure
it is rich
and so
will your
love be,

and so
will it
help
you grow.

and never
abandon
you,

or leave
you cold.

your engagement
is a
celebration,

the first
steps
through
eternity's
door.

and I
smile
wide,

and we
laugh
deeply

and with God
my witness

I sing
to only

you.

Sometimes

at night

I wake

with a

mad man's

torn and

bitter

soul.



and a

mad man's

hard and

tempered

heart.



it is here

that the

years

have carried

me,



to all these

unanswered

questions

of life's

struggles.



all of

the people

around me

who have

been stained

by their

tears of love

as they

come and

go.



as they

come and

go.



but not

you,



the spark

is in

your eyes.



you have

settled

here.



and there

is a

calm

wake upon

the water

that is

all around

you



and you

move in

rhythm

with him

in your

heart and

mind,



and God as

your witness



on your

wedding day,



love will

make

you an

angel of

innocence

again,



and you

will fall

like

natures

******

snow upon

a Colorado

field.



to cover

your love



from life's

cold winters

night



to arise

in spring



renewed.



with your

lover's

first kiss

of morning

upon your

lips,



and

his smile

inside your



eyes that

anyone

can see.



that anyone

can see....



you have

found your



heart again.

The sound
of his breathing
rolls
over you,

like a
angel's
wings
to a
breeze,

the smell
of his body
fills you,

like fresh
baked
chocolate
chip
cookies
on a Sunday
morning,

and your
feet
lie bare foot
upon the
earth,

as you
walk
hand and
hand to
nowhere
in particular.

and the
mornings
first
kiss is like
no other
kiss that
you have
ever known..

but now
to you
it is
becoming
everything
in your life,

that is
so familiar

the cut
of his
face,

and depth
of his eyes.

the still.

when nothing
needs to
be said.

when the
two become
one,

and the
one becomes

everything.

,


.

What has
become of
this moment
the falling
of hearts
to now
surrender
to uncertain
dreams,

the tremble
of your lower
lip when
you sit
quietly
and contemplate
this fate.

of unconditional
giving and
eternity's
bond.

but it is
fate that
has brought
you here,

and the
open heart
feelings
that you have
searched
for since
you were
a child.

and now
a new
seed
has settled
in your
eyes,

nurtured
in your
soul.

I can see it

every time
you smile
when you
talk
and laugh
about
your new
life to
come.

like that
child
unable
to wait
for Christmas
morning.

the awkward
moment
of a
teenager's
first kiss.

I celebrate
you..

and the
life
that is
yet to

come.

The sound
of his breathing
rolls
over you,

like a
angel's
wings
to a
breeze,

the smell
of his body
fills you,

like fresh
baked
chocolate
chip
cookies
on a Sunday
morning,

and your
feet
lie bare foot
upon the
earth,

as you
walk
hand and
hand to
nowhere
in particular.

and the
mornings
first
kiss is like
no other
kiss that
you have
ever known..

but now
to you
it is
becoming
everything
in your life,

that is
so familiar

the cut
of his
face,

and depth
of his eyes.

the still.

when nothing
needs to
be said.

when the
two become
one,

and the
one becomes

everything.

,


.

Not late

a moment

for your

final dance

across the

sky.


not certain

how your

life

has lead

you here,


but alone

is no longer

a veil

across your

eyes.

you are

a picture

of beauty

awaken

and alive.


the dream

is over

let down

your tangled

angel hair.

be for

him everything

that he

needs,


and like

a river

seeking

the sea,


he will

return

to you

again

and again

and again.


and in

the light

of your

changing

life,


he will give

you everything.


and all

of the old

photographs

of his life

will be

exactly that,

because you

are not

in one

of them.


for  your

memories


begin

now.

Leave life's
*****
laundry
sacrificed
upon the
line,

lift it
high
into the
sun
to be
devoured
and burnt
beyond
recognition.

let
the failed
stains of
past watercolor
dreams
melt from
under
your
eyes.

let bleed
any pain
of past
love's
lost from
your bones.

,and let
them lie
bleached
before love's
eyes and
final judgment.

and bury
deep your
soul
into your
true love's
eyes.

and hold
tight
your evening
entwine
around
him.

give birth
again.

be glorious
in one another.

let
God show
you what
you were
meant to
be together.

let your
personal
desires fall
to your
feet,

let him
love you

as God's
******
church
so pure.

and in
that moment

love will
sigh

your name.

And now  love

has taken

you this

distance,


and the

shadows

of your

innocence

have left

you with

gypsy

lines of

wisdom

upon your

face.

and faith

has given

you this

patience

to be

this certain

that this

love is

all you

will ever

want,

ever need.


and that

the taste

of his kisses

will never

leave your

lips,

and I

will forever listen

to your story,


and revisit

my prayers

for your

marriage

throughout

the day.

and though

I was never

to be

your forever after,


it has

been just

a simple

trust of

hearts

that you

have shown

myself to me,


and allowed

me to share

in your

joy.


and for

that my

friend


I will always

be most

grateful.