during a quiet, warm twilight
with angels whispering
in our ears

we ran around the dogwood tree
and collected lightening bugs
in a glass jar
that lit up our dark night
our small world

that tiny flickering
mortal fire

living lamps
floating
flashing
in a glass jar

and with angels whispering in our ears
all we knew was love.

I'm tired of that
Humpty Dumpty
kind of love,
proud and walled
up,
falling
shattered into a
thousand tattered
pieces.

Love drives between
the lines.
It doesn't rush
headlong into
oncoming traffic,
taking the lives of
others.

It's never
cruel or brutal.

It comforts the sick.
It doesn't think with
its ****.
It doesn't leave when
times get tough.
it buckles down through
this rough and tumble
game we call life.

Your raven hair drapes
my bronzed back.
I attack your neck and
*******, beamed by the
moonlight, I carry you to
Nirvana on a chariot made
of steel.

he was sitting back on a shaded picnic table
his wooden cane laying across the bench
peering towards Luray and Shenandoah Park
absorbing it's beauty while he still had the chance
I was on my morning walk
a few miles
my attempt to remain in some semblance of shape
stave off the inevitable for a bit longer
I wasn't far behind this gentleman
perhaps in his late 70's
10 - 15 years passes like an unrecognizable blur
when you reach this stage
what was he thinking about
I wondered
the kids he never sees
the wife that may or may not still share his days
or perhaps...the love that he let slip away
into the fading mist...his past
I thought I'd say hello on the next pass
but he was gone

high along a ledge
out of the shadows she comes

the mournful yipping
a longing howl for another
and deep in the forest
of cliffs and need
she is listening
too
shining eyes searching
waiting for the other
to return her plea

my lady of shadows
longs to lie beside her lover

i am here,
she is saying,
i am lonely
and i need your love

a dark cloud swallows the moon

somewhere above the cliff
above her
among the grasses and willow trees
an intoning prayer
a beseeching howl

Dying is easier than the hurt of your silence
Blaming is more painful than the clearance
I can't deal anymore with my broken heart
You have done your job, let me do my part!

I promise you, I won't bother you anymore
If I am so hurt, I won't knock on your door
I want you not to be harassed by the broker
Listen to me, I'm so pleased with your favor.

Touch me once and feel how I'm burning up
When you're gone how will I pick your gifts up
Please, forgive me if you don't see me around
My soul will fly with what I have already found!

You don't feel me, who then will
I loved you all, I do still
You can't get me, who then will
You all hate me, I do feel

You're my hopes, you're dreams
as the river and the streams
You're my heart, you're breaths
like the soul and its depths

You have broken my heart
while you're everything to me
Though I have taken it easy;
I am dull and you are bright

You've forgotten your promises to me
I wanted to be your shadow, and I want to be
I have been living with your memories
where I have found love and peace!