Feelings

• Sometimes it’s good to pause and write
• Of feelings that wake you in the night
• And make you feel so all alone,
• Seeking arms you’ll never own.
• Not yours to own, but only borrow-
• You’ll need to find new arms tomorrow.

• Feelings that wake you in the night
• Will take you to places of sheer delight.
• They bid you rest awhile and stay.
• And gratefully, you will obey.

Fires

• The look in your eyes said desire.
• I confused it, for a moment, with love.
• When kindling flames,
• It’s hard to distinguish
• Until it’s extinguished.

• Side by side,
• Desire diminished,
• I saw the dying embers of lust
• Fade into the darkness of sleep.
• No coals to keep,
• To re-ignite.
• When morning mist drenches
• The passions of night.

Terror

• The dream came and terror tore
• The strands of dreamless sleep.
• I woke in fear-
• Could sleep no more,
• Afraid of falling,
• Plunging deep
• Into the dark and alien abyss.
• And just as if,
• Knowing this,
• Your arms reached out with warm embrace
• Securing me in sheltered space.
• ‘Twas then I knew that I would stay
• Until the time you turn away.

• Then once again, so suddenly
• The haunting panic crept through me
• As all at once I did recall
• The fear that came before the fall.
• Fearing, at the break of day
• You would send me far away
• From arms that hold me in the night.
• In abject fear I hang on tight!
• For now, I’m safe from clenching fear.
• For now, my love, you hold me near.

Can the tale of sound be told?
Seen and felt instead of heard?
If it’s possible to do,
I offer you these words.

Fingers of breeze caress the trees, which move with sultry sway.
Quiet, sweet as honey, as dusk overtakes the day.
The blandness of night seasoned
By salty cricket’s rill,
The icy screech of waking owl, hastening evening’s chill.

Rainbow cacophony-chirping birds at dawn.
Sharp crimson of the cardinal’s whistling, wake-up song,
The electric blue of the jays first cry,
The dove’s muted, gray and mourning sigh.

Ripples of a child’s laughter, sea lapping sandy shore.
A penny’s lonely echo, meeting well’s empty floor.

If mixing all the senses could create a wish come true,
These words of sight would be reborn, visions of sound for you.

• Mind races towards tomorrow.
• Though when it becomes today
• It remains for only hours
• Then slips into yesterday.

• Living in today
• I stumble
• Like a drunk on a tightrope
• In new shoes.
• The slip inevitable.
• Falling, failing,
• All the same.

• I fall and fail and flail at air.
• Arms reach out.
• Unfeathered wings
• Fingers grasping at the string
• Elastic gossamer
• Fragile stretching
• Thread unraveling
• I look down to see
• The net of yesterday’s memory.

• You stood by me as I walked a road I had not walked.
• You cleared the path ahead of us whenever it was blocked.
• You are the breeze that follows the storm.
• You make the air seem fresh and new.
• You are the sun that pierces the clouds
• And dries the teary dew.

• You gave me the chance to read a page I hadn’t read.
• When I couldn’t comprehend, you offered me the pen instead.
• You traded laughter for my tears
• When my whole world fell apart.
• For this and so much more my friend,
• I’ll keep you in my heart.

• Is there a word as yet
• Unknown,
• That precisely measures all I feel?

• Is there a phrase as yet
• Unturned,
• That can separate and categorize
• And make this dream seem real?

• Is there a note as yet
• Unsung,
• By bird or violin
• That could be voiced
• To define the point where feelings do begin?

• Is there a touch as yet
• Unfelt,
• That cools in fire and warms in snow?
• A steady hand to hold me fast
• In sweet streams where passions flow?

• Is peace to be found in passion,
• Serenity where thought and sensation unite?
• Beginning as two,
• Now coupled as one.
• Darkness to dawn.
• Day to twilight.