looking good at a funeral
but I'm still a mess
the wind has swept my hair
and what was left my
fingers have combed
a green death
what thoughts have I brought
to the altar of your demise
the bed of your rebirth

I don't care what they think of me,
I only care what you think.

Would you walk with me ?
The path before us,
allow us to hurt with eachother ?

What makes the world go around ?
Nothing but love.
Christmas is right around the corner.
and you and me,
the star on the tree-
make my little blue heaven
a reality

winter's death brings
a renewal
there's comfort in it
when you're under your blanket
watching the world fade to white

there's something on the
other side,
a life after your past;
it may be worse or it may be better.
time will tell

if you're gentle and kind
a harmful past will resign
a medic's touch
a trustee to fall into
a shoulder to cry
a name you can call upon
a love that you must

streetlight snowflakes
winter passages
icy gray
inviting shadows
a calm silence

cold days, heat by fire
falling leaves or falling snow
warmth of loved ones

thank you.
from the bottom of my heart,
thank you.
but the top of my heart hurts,
it hurts for it is healing.
it speaks before it discerns
before there is concern,
it may speak venomous words
in some vie to be heard,
it may seek to capitulate or the absurd,
to be under any of these terms.

it hurts, but it feels good
when you're here.
who knows,
maybe this will only be
half a lifetime.