Never Forget

Never forget:

there is magic in you. 

Don't let the muddiness 

of the mundane 

steal your sparkle.  

Do not let the fire burn dim 

in the murk of the not quite, 

not yet, 

not ever. 

Put down the white flag;

your soul was built 

for greater things 

than surrender. 

Walking on Eggshells

Stop being quiet.

Don't squander the breaths that you take.

Walk on the eggshells- 

tentatively at first, my darling, 

but later with purpose, and glee. 

Stomp. 

Crunch. 

Dance on the sticky mess- 

this life is raw and real. 

Let the mess ooze beautiful beneath you, 

for once the shells are broken, 

what is there left to fear? 

Child of Cain

What has blinded you 

so thoroughly? 

You give comets 

to the queen 

of galaxies. 

You offer cups of water 

to quench the deserts 

on her tongue.  

Love demands more 

than leftover offerings.
It will not be satisfied
with less than
everything.

More Blue Than the Sky

I don't need bluer skies 

or broader horizons. 

I will stick with the 

oxygen I know. 

For this atmosphere 

holds the stars 

that you wish on, darling, 

and the moon that 

reminds me of you. 

When You've Gone

I will tell them 

about you, 

yes, all of them 

will hear your name. 

And some of them will listen, 

hearts soft 

and ears compassionate, 

but others will drift to sleep 

with your lullaby 

still sitting silent on my lips. 

But that will not matter, darling, 

for the telling of your story 

is not a ritual for them. 

It is for me, 

insurance against my 

fear of forgetting. 

Because I worry, love, 

that if I ever stop 

whispering your name 

as my mantra, 

you will cease to exist. 

And darling, without you, 

what is left of me? 

Home

You are the unlocked door 

and freshly sheeted bed, 

when the world is flashing 

no vacancy signs.

You are the couch 

still warm from afternoon naps, 

sweatpants and ponytails 

in the midday sun.

You are the unframed photographs, 

too precious to part with, 

but not perfect enough 

to display for critical eyes.

You are the outdated wooden trim, 

dauntingly pervasive 

and not worth the trouble 

of trying to change. 

You are home.

Perfectly imperfect 

and full of love. 

Home. 

Starstruck

Though we were only 

a few hours friends, 

he spoke to me the 

wild words of my soul. 

His song has echoed 

in my heart since I 

first learned to sing.