Stumbling Down the Line

Sometimes you will stumble
Sometimes you will fall
But I, I will always be there
To call-
Call you home.

Wisdom is not in the divine
Or the rapture of time
It's in knowing, knowing
To let go- of the chime
To turn without

Not afraid to stumble
Not afraid to crawl
Not afraid to meet you in the middle of your wall

and I'm-
I'm so sorry
That it's come down to the line
But what better way to walk it?

New works, it's been too long.

Love of the River

 

I want a love that will never compromise

A love that never lies

It knows when to be a maelstrom

and when to whisper

It's soft; and cradles

and defends when I am weak.

I want a love that will burn with passion

and whisper in seductive tones

it's caress a fired blaze

but does not consume all

It will not flicker or falter

when the fuel burns low

Take the time

to touch

to see

to be

to wish

- to Dream!

A love that sings without words

and hums a tuneless melody

The capture of the gilded bird

Without the snipping of it's wings;

to raise a voice in roaring line

yet never above a rustle

Absorb me without loosing me

it's a simple complexity

'Ignore the pain, baby-

its just the bad going out'

Cherish, respect, love and Honor

Don't walk within my temple,

to steal away my light

Stealing the flame and replace it

with a flowing river

This is my

sacred place

my self

my soul

It is everything I am

and nothing more.