Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Sunday, May 28, 2017

Thanks For the Memories

And when we are old and gray, beloved, 
when we are old and gray, 
we will have our memories still, beloved, 
we will have our memories still. 

Our dearest thoughts will warm us, Sweet,
like embers in a hearth, 
we will have our memories still, beloved, 
we will have our memories still. 

Do not let the chill stay buried, my darling,
come pull your chair by the blaze,
for we will make new memories still, beloved, 
we will make new memories still. 

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

(De)Port(ed)

Sunken emotions, 
we tried and we failed, 
Searching for closure 
but that ship has sailed, 
The train isn't coming 
it's long been derailed.
Still we beat on, 
life is all that's entailed. 

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Ostrich Haiku

"You will know the Truth,
and the Truth will set you free."
Why are you still caged? 

Monday, May 15, 2017

Dry

And my greatest fear, 
my restless terror, 
is that I will always be 
drip- 
drip- 
dripping with 
memories of you. 
For how can I 
soak in a sunset 
if I am already 
saturated with sorrow? 

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

The Teacher

Teach me to sing like a flower, 
to perfume the air with my song,
Teach me the language of starlight,
to burn big and silent and strong.
Teach me to swim like the eagle, 
to soar like a fish in the sea,
Teach me the secrets you've hidden,
teach me to be truly free. 

Thursday, May 4, 2017

If I

If I ever pull up 
my dusty roots, 
shake this dust 
from my weary limbs 
and set out 
for new atmospheres 
to drink in, 
do not forget me. 
Whisper my name 
to the grass, 
and watch it 
stretch 
towards your breath. 
If I ever decide 
that this land 
no longer holds 
new secrets
for me to unearth,
I will send you 
postcards- 
one from every place I stop- 
so that you will know 
what it is 
to be loved 
by the entire world.