Pendulum

Tonight I think of you
though I shouldn’t…
I extract you
from my mind.

Your beauty and confusion
Leave me lost, perplexed
and undefined.

The pendulum swings
From the left to the right
I am caught in between…

And every moment
that I think
Is a thought
I’ve left behind.

You are wonderful
Though you think it not so
You are the shooting
Of every star…

And if only
I could hold you tonight
I could tell you
Who you are.

will

It could have been today
Or yesterday
Or tomorrow…
Who can tell?

It could have been good
Or better
Or the best…
Who knows?

It could have been me
Or you
Or us…
I wonder…

You cry at night
While I am sleeping
While my cracked hands
Could hold you…

You sleep at night
While I am weeping
Wondering just how
To reach you…

It isn’t a day that
Changes us…
Doesn’t happen
In one moment…

Takes a lifetime to get
Where we’re going

And as much will
To get us there.

2-7-2012

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.