Only Words

I could have been
Different
If I really tried.
I could have been
Better,
Stronger,
Smarter.
I could have been
More
Forgiving…
I could have
Understood
More than
I did.
I look at it all
With my
Emotion;
I forget who I am.
She is trying,
Trying to get there;
We are all just
Passers-by…
It starts with a nod
A humble
Submission
You know not a thing.
But here creeps the need
For understanding
And a language yet
Unknown.
Read me.
Believe me.
Throw me out.
I am only words.

1-16-2012

Hands

I see you and
You look to be alone,
Perhaps comfortable
In your
Solitude.

But I wish to join you
Despite my
Apprehension.

I don’t know who has
Held those hands before
Or if their hands
Were worthy…

But I stand here wishing
To hold them now
To see where such
Things go.

My hands are old and calloused
Yours so young and soft,
As if they’ve never held
The world
So tightly…

I’ve choked the world
With these hands
And still my palms
Left empty,

But I brushed your
Face and felt your
Cheek and so
Touched the
Possibility.

Not so soft.

Magic and
Beauty
Undisclosed.
Where
Are you
Hiding?

Is it hard
To Be,
To Love…
Is your skin
Not so soft?

A Thought Left All Alone...

What do I
See
When I look
At Me?

Distortion…
A wicked version
Of Myself-

Some other
Me
I used to
Be.

What do I
Dream
When I dare
To see?

A life
That belongs
To me.

Tangled and
Wrinkled
And unresolved…

A thought left
All alone…

Ever After

It may have been a look

Or a smile,

Or a conversation--

It may have been a special

Touch

Or a kiss,

Or meeting of our

Minds.



It may have been a

Past life

Connection,

A real life

Reflection--

The Universe

Conspires…



Or perhaps it’s

Chance…

A random

Meeting,

A roll of the

Die.



Whatever it is,

It brought me to you

Found its way

To the

Sun.



Like a flower

With a will to

Live…

With all it’s hope

Of an

Ever after.

Tomorrow

Painting by Edward Hopper

You can dream

All you want

But what makes

It so?

It’s not the

Wishing or

Hoping…

But the

Yearning and

Knowing –

It’s not late

Nights of

Regret

It’s the

Sun of the

Morning.


It’s the piece

Of you –

The piece

That is

Lost

The one you

Know is there-

Somewhere.

It’s the you

You need

To be.


And when

You are not,

Faith is gone -

Just a word

That means

Nothing.


But it is

Something

You know it is…

You don’t need

To see it.


It’s your life

Your thought

Your reality…

It is what

Is meant

To be.



To hold it

Close

To hold it

Tight

Even through

The doubt.


To pack up

Your worries

And sleep

Tonight

And know

What comes

Tomorrow.

The touch and the

Smell of you

The warmth of

Our last hello

The way you lie

In morning

Sleeping soundly

Next to me


The sweet and the

Sting of you

Impressions

Of our last goodbye

The way you look

At me as

I drive away…


Give me your hand

How I love the

Way it fits

In mine

Give me your mind

How I love the

Way it

Wonders…


And if you are too

Afraid today

I’ll be waiting for

You tomorrow

And if I miss you

Tomorrow

I’ll catch you

In another

Lifetime…