Sitting on a snow capped window sill
in the hospital a little boy so ill
the tiny faery shed a tear
so much sadness
with blessed Christmas so near.
Outside the snowflakes
cover the town.
Soft and gentle
like feathered down.
.the tiny boy once eyes so bright
would not last another night.
Flying inside she kissed his head.
Sitting with him on his bed.
She sent a message on a dove
to the faery queen up high above.
The magic he needs is beyond my reach.
Please save him my Queen I do beseech.
Take his fever from his sweet brow.
Dont let his soul leave the world just now.
Make him well make him strong
Fill his sweet heart with Christmas song.
The faery Queen peeked through a cloud.
Her little fairy crying aloud.
It was Angel Bell she knew her well.
the naughtiest fairy in Fairyland.   
But she was holding his tiny hand.
Angel Bell cried I will never again be bad.
Please save the little human lad.
The Queen led the faery folk in song
Let him be well let him be strong
Fill his heart with Christmas Song
We make him well the faery way.
To live and play on Christmas day.
His Mom was crying
when she heard the phone
It was her son
Mom Come bring me home

Tonight I am breaking promises again.
The ones I made to my heart.
That I would not write
poetry to you ever again.
To lock the doors to my heart.
Throwing away the keys
Into the deepest ocean.
To exercise the ghost you left
haunting the ruins of my soul.
As if I was still your home.
As if I was ever enough
to keep you here.
I promised I would let you go.
Surviving and breathing
even with the dagger
you left in my heart.
I promised I did not need thoughts
of you to write my poetry.
But here I am again.
Writing to you more poems.
Because you are at the base
of every one of my thoughts.
And without you
there is no poetry left in me.
So because....because of that.
This is better....this is better....this is better.
Than nothing at all

Once more I am writing poems
to the spirits that haunt my heart.
The ones that wail at my bones
beneath my skin.
Let all this darkness flow in my ink.
Pouring itself onto paper like blue veins.
Letting light back inside
make me whole again.
Its three in the morning
I am digging in the ruins of my heart.
Unearthing old broken memories.
Once you collected all the stars
In the milky way and
pressed them into my hands.
To guide you through
the darkness of life you said.
How could I not stop the gods
from taking you.
The one who could collect stars.
When you left I folded my heart
into a love letter.
And slipped it quietly into your soul.
To take with you to eternity.
I promised myself to stop
writing to the ghost.
But they are all the
comfort that remains,
So I write to them one more time.
As the dying embers of your stars
fade one by one.

You met me in a whirlwind.
My head was spinning.
Sure I was attracted
you are beyond lovely.
I have always had a thing for
pretty flight attendants.
And your beauty is beyond pretty.
But you were based in In LA
I am in NYC
I knew it could not work.
I have already bought
too many postage stamps.

And postcards are too
limited to express
all I want to say.
You awake in My Night
l awake as you are sleeping.
I have been there before.
I wish you were not as pretty
and lived just next door.

I am tired of email love notes.
I want tactile love
to feel your softness
here with me.
As we sleep together.
I am tired of watching
your tail lights.
fade into the dark sky.

You tell me
not all people
alone are lonely.
I answer
Not all lonely people
are alone.
Is there a word for that
There should be