Compassion

Lay your burdens on my shoulder
Nestle into the crook of my arm
Your barely lithe soul and grieve

Then rest
While my heart sustains
The weight of your suffering

For time will ease your anguish
Letting the joys of living
Once again be known

COMPASSION

Dream Catcher

Dream catcher
Catch me colors.

Catch me the colors
Of a rainbow
So I know the storm is over.

Catch me the colors
Of a sailors delight
So I’m assured a glorious day.

Catch me the colors of eyes
So I can look into the soul of man
And understand his heart.

Catch me the colors of roses
So I may know
Purity, friendship, and love.

Catch me the color of light
That which shines like a beacon
Out in the sea
To guide me through
Insecurity and indecision.

Then catch me the color of death
So I can control him
And make him a kinder, gentler adversary.


DREAM CATCHER

Flickers of Firelight

Splintered logs singe like hair
strands, curling up in a pile of ash,
and hissing smoke slithers into the air.

Blue and white flames flap with
fluttering sounds in a stiff breeze
as embers crack then snap.

The pit radiates light into the dark
abyss of autumn nights, scenting
the quiet with hickory.

Through branches, like fingers that
claw at the sky, peering through
a charcoaled haze, I see you
shrouded in the shadow of past admirer’s.

An emptiness fills my spirit, echoing
the soft footfalls of isolation, as I await
your full return.

FLICKERS OF FIRE LIGHT

In Response to YES

And my lips will respond
quivering against the soft fullness

drinking in this moment
breath suspended

while the tips of your fingers
write a fugue on my skin

Anticipation

Anticipation of a final connection
No touch will ever be the same
No longer will I use “Mr.”
I can call you by your name.

How I long to whisper in your ear
That which has been tucked in my heart
It is what we hold most precious and dear
And has defined us from the start

It is your most important possession
You will be sharing with me
And I welcome the release of repression
So you can finally see

That who you are is what I love most
Giving of your self, is to me no game
No longer will I use “Mr.”
I will call you by your name.

ANTICIPATION

Grief

I wear my grief like a security blanket
Without the feel of it to burn my heart
Slip away the last memories of you
And a cold numbness consumes me

So I pull it up around my chin
Waiting for the warmth of time to
Relieve my chill and hope for the day
I can recall you without a tear

GRIEF

Missing You

Missing You

A single flame flickers through glass
Splintering into beams of light
While raking through the lashes
On my sleepy lids

A last breath douses the prism
Whispering your name as it leaves my lips
Before I drift into lucid dreams.

My Angel

I met an angel. No, there was
no halo, nimbus or radiant light,
no corona or presence with an aura.

I do not know if it was male or female;
it came just as a distraction, a diversion
of sorts, from an unholy alliance.

A pact I would gladly make,
not for the sake of fortune
or fame but for love.

Yes, I would sell my soul to feel again,
that which sets my heart on fire; I
would burn, to know the heat of passion.

I would have fought Michael himself,
to know what it takes to make one’s
fists clench and body convulse within.

Then, there he was; I say he, because I
believe him to be; a calming, soothing voice
from a distance, preoccupying my thoughts.

And in my head I hope he will stay,
that voice in my ear, gripping my attention,
until I’m strong enough to stand on my own.


MY ANGEL

TOUCH

Uncovered emotions
Exposed soul, bare skin
How deep can a touch go
From outside to within

A gentle hand upon my face
Eyes that can see into my heart
Physical surrender of an intimate place
But the mind is where we start

A mental connection
A joining of spirits
That’s what is required to see
Freedom to release
Without self-conscious thought
The essence that is me


A TOUCH

I Would

I would bake a thousand cookies
Just to give you one.

I would cook dinner
For an entire circle of friends
If only to see you at my table.

I would write a poem for mankind
In the hope that
It would find its way to your heart.

I WOULD