Speaking, I hear your voice
Wish you were here, maybe this year
A phase I tried to believe
The distance moves forward
My mind gathers you like garden herbs
You call this work
Tearing down my defenses
You should have tried building them
Better plans have failed
But do you think of me
Is it unfair to ask your future
Maybe this year
I hate long goodbyes
Please someone decide

Toes dip in the water begging for the waves to notice
Dip, pull back and dip again
Sitting on the shore
Always watching, always there
Nervous toes and waves that come and go away again

Frustration
Feet jumping up and down on the wet sand
“I’m here, I’m here!” they yell in silence
Waiting for the waves to notice and maybe stay
But not so much that they’ll drown

VALENTINES are for other people.
They’ve never been for me.
Not that I wouldn’t like them.
But no one really means them anyway.
So what’s the point.

I’m glad it’s going to snow tomorrow.
I hope it really blizzards.
The softly falling flakes
Will be sweeter than any candy
And snow won’t break your heart.

Look into uneven eyes and see star shine and melting glaciers.
See a wild mane of lion’s hair and find stalks of wheat in the harvest sun.
Gaze upon topographic landscapes of flesh and bone and see the goddess soul inside.
Capture a battered, broken heart and treat it like golden perfection, a thing admired.
Discover imperfections of existence and decide that flaws balance with strengths and together shall be whole.

At least once you die, there is no one to tell you you are ugly, no one to say you’re fat, hairy or look like crap. Of course even if they did, you wouldn’t be there to listen.

Curled in the grass
Where no one can see
Hiding a heart
Even from me

There’s been too much heartache
For one girl to bare
So she keeps to herself
Reluctant to share

Fear of reaching out
Only getting slapped back
Or tormented and tortured
Her courage is lack

To open her heart
Only to be turned away
Or to get that heart broken
She knows that it may

So she’ll stay hidden
Being in love she will miss
And long for the memory
Of one more deep kiss

I can’t love you because I’m broken.
I can’t love you because I’ve been hurt.
I can’t love you because I’m afraid.
I can’t love you because you’ll break my heart.

I can’t love you because I don’t want to be rejected.
I can’t love you because you don’t want me.
I can’t love you because I love you.
I can’t love you because it tears me apart.

Voice of a dreamer
The chill of the night
Mirrors of strangers
Reflect all the light

Look at the vision
Of the unknown face
Loneliness and heartache
Drift off into space

Ageless songs
From across the sea
Turn tides and desires
But never for me

Forgotten and buried
Invisible in sight
In front of your face
And hidden by fright

Ghostly whispers
And heart beats despair
Wishes and horses
Are lost in thin air

Roses red for the devil’s whore
Chained to his bedside, his service, her chore
Lustful and hateful and guilty as sin
Delicious and vicious
With always a grin

Roses red for the devil’s whore
Luring the innocent down to his door
Gracious and salacious, tempting their soul
Malicious and seditious
Devouring them whole

How does one catch the attention of the leaf blowing in the wind
As it dashes and darts in that direction and this
twisting and turning just out of reach?

How does one gain the love of one who doesn’t love but looks
Beyond it, over it, around it, feeling it, yet hungers
In unknowing blindness of the invisible?