the promise

the promise

the wind blows through the trees

like your breath on my neck

warm, exhilarating, full of love

I kiss it with my hand,

raised high to the blue

in our lips' moist, tender stead

your skin does not touch mine

but alone I am not

every silence whispers your love

and every moment

holds the promise

of home.

Written 10.20.11 @ 6:20 PM

She wields a bow without arrows.

She wields a bow without arrows.

In the darkness round she's found

carrying her bow of rain

not sleet or snow or fire but

all the colors that she's gained

she caught them tender one by one

each sacred, brilliant hue

and yet she felt them all at once

making them whole to give to you

so now the loving bow does lay

between your precious palms

always home it guides your grace,

through deepest darkness, into love.

Written 10.17.11 @ 8:45 PM

white canvas.

white canvas, find your core.

who are we

when we're all alone

no loved ones there beside us

or family to define us.

must find our sacred peace

let inner strength defeat

the call of loneliness

resist its haunting echoes.

love lives in the grottos

of your soul

let it take hold.

Written 10.13.11 @ 12:15 AM