Sleep sweetly there beside me
In pre-dawn's lurid light
A shaft that swirls with galaxies
Too complex for my sight

Motionless, I danced there
In syncopated time
Twisting to each heartbeat
His silent, pulsing shine.

Perfection; silent symphony
Each lulling breath, a croon
Rose petal lips parted in twain
Would whisper secrets soon

Sienna lashes shrouded
Emerald youthful spheres that
Sent me off to mountain sides
Lush soil, pure and real.

I loved the slumbering forest
In warmth, in frost and rain
And in each silent morning I yearn
To whirl for him again.





Original, un-rhymed notes

When he slept I, motionless,
Danced
In the shaft of light with the dust motes
Feeling each heart beat
a syncopation for a wordless song
a symphony made more perfect
By the lull of air from his
rose petal lips
Sienna eyelashes hiding
Replenishing fountains of youth.

He had me thinking of the mountains,
Of the earth, of the rich soil
Of all things still and pure and beautiful.

Harbinger of light, I curled away
From chaste, un-daunting rays.
And cursed the sphere high in the sky
For showcasing my pain

You brought me terms and phrases
That withered on deaf ears
I longed to wrench them from my head
When ballads provoked tears

Your touch? It singed like acid
I yearned to shed this skin
Discard this haggard carapace;
Exhume the girl within.

Your gaze took me to pieces
And plucked a shattered shard
To hold before my wretched face;
Remind me what we are.



I’m stained with shadows where you’re light
And loud where you are soft.
I’m rough, disheveled and clumsy
My company’s high in cost.

I twist and draw away from you
I flee and weep and hide
Everything that makes you up,
Is who I am inside.

If hers is a long and lonely climb
Atop her distant perch,
His then was a lengthy trek
Across the endless earth.

Things pass on, though slow it seems
They trickle like water past the rocks in a stream
Start slow as a whisper, and then climb to a yell
Start soft like heaven, then hard as hell.

Some things pass by and resound in ways
Like the whispers of the past that echo in caves
Like the tickle of the wind as it comforts me;
Carries worries on away on the ripple of a breeze.

On honey times a’ racing and times standing still
In the cracks of my heart there’s space left to fill
A minute seems short when forever’s on the line
You’ve given me a limit on winning all your time.