Homesick

You make me homesick 

for a home I've never seen. 

When can I come home? 

Boy

Snips and snails and puppy dog tails,

They tell me these things make a boy.

But what about mud, and frogs in his pocket,

And painting his face with pure joy? 

I have known sugar, I have seen spice,

Girls are so sweet and genteel.

But I am excited to see what boys bring,

Besides just a stick and a reel. 

Castle on a Cloud

Kingly advances,

A princely love ransomed

King me- no queen me-

Lay hold of my passions.

No time for a jester,

No room for a court

No water, no drawbridge,

No moat for this fort. 

Just king of my heart,

And me, queen of his,

Surrounded by walls

As strong as love is.

Home Again

Let me build a home out of this house, 

each window, 

every wall, 

a testament to our love. 

Let me shut the gate, 

leave the wolves howling for blood in the dark. 

Let me find the warmth in your skin against mine, 

let me heat myself with your smile. 

Hold out your hands and let me 

pour out my love.

Back to the Future

Let us go back to when we had a future, 

a version of us clean and new.

Remember those days when our best days were waiting, 

and I was just waiting with you.

Sometimes this world leaves us weary and beaten, 

some days: they bring only age. 

But let us recall all our happiest days, 

let history turn back its page.
Some days my hover board barely can hover-
my self lacing shoes are too tight-
but I can remember a simpler time
when just being with you made things right. 

So let us return to our younger personas, 

unwrinkled and without a care.

We were so young then, our lives still before us, 

and darling, you had all your hair. 

The Pregnant Paradox

Sick to my stomach,

the thought of food makes me heave.

I am so hungry.

A Sinner's Hymn

I am unworthy 

of this love,

and that 

is what makes it 

so beautiful. 

I have not- 

could not- 

earn it,

So I will not- 

could not- 

lose it. 

Selfie

After all these negatives exposed, 

every image frozen, 

edited, 

revised and revisited, 

I still don't know 

how to invent a camera 

that takes a picture of 

what should be, 

rather than what is.  

Childhood Revisited

Some moments burn 
into memory deep,

more of a tattoo 

than stamp.

Some images still refuse 

to just fade,

they've set up a 

permanent camp.

Sometimes those words that you heard 

so distinctly

echo back,

still just as clear.

Some days you relive each second 

so treasure

the ghosts of them, 

year after year. 

The Ladder

I promise, darling, 
it will 
always, 
only 
be you. 
You have built a ladder 
to my heart, 
and as you climb 
you break 
every 
rung 
beneath your feet. 

Some Nights

Some nights the wind sounds 

just like the rain, 

or is it 

the rain sounds like wind?

Sometimes the story ends 

"happily ever"

and sometimes 

that's where it begins. 

Sometimes the winter-

it follows the autumn, 

some years 

it just precedes spring.

Sometimes the music lends 

tempo to lyrics,

some nights 

you forget how to sing. 

Eclipse

Love me like 

the sun loves 

the moon. 

No matter the distance, 

the whole world between us,

know that I will shine 

for you. 

The darkest night will never 

overpower us. 

Behold

You become what you behold;

Behold my love for you.

Beauty is in your own eye, 

beholding me so true. 

Choose

Choose joy. 

Stop breaking your own heart. 

These wounds, so fresh and bloody now,

won't even stay to mar your smooth skin 

next month. 

Choose light. 

Quit hiding in the darkness. 

This fear, though it steals your breath 

and shakes your hand, 

will not overcome you. 

Choose peace. 

Stop worrying about tomorrow's possibilities. 

What if? 

What if?

What if you stopped and chose joy?

Paperless Promises

Paper thin promise,

missing even the paper.

My soul still responds.

And

And I would tear myself apart,

piece by broken piece, 

just to offer you the things you think- 

mistakenly- 

that you are missing. 

And I would smile 

all the while 

knowing that each sliver 

of me you take 

will become a part of you forever. 

And you will love 

whatever it is 

that remains of me 

with your new and 

perfect heart. 

Midnight Visits

Sometimes a ghost is the friendliest face 

you can see by the light of the moon. 

Midnight alight with the grace in ghost's sway, 

filling and cheering the room. 

Reflection in mirror and pond not alone, 

instead of one face you see two. 

The ghost comes to visit, to while away time, 

you know that he's coming for you.