Heed

the named storm wakes me
with its whistles and drones

I sit here listening
trying to remember its name

I forget
but did I really take much notice

so of course I haven’t forgotten
if its name passed me by

That crack in the ceiling
that scar in my mind
that sinking
… softness of you

once

it’s futile
there’s nothing to remember
nothing to forget

nothing

but once

If my heart was not a poem

How the thought of your warmth
warms my bones,
though it is
only a dream.

Were it real …

Choral echoes reach deep
as clouds allow the blue to peep
where rain
such cold rain
once ruled the skies.

These choral echoes
float along
as memory
to raise the dead
and bring about the warmth
of your smile.

If my heart was not a poem
written
but a poem touched,
the seed of your life
through this soul’s soil
would blossom.

Were it real …

Jewel

Reflected heart
your beat, shifted
to a new tune

Unreachable jewel
“Thou liest!”

For when you shone your
soul upon me
I, reached out
only to find
the crown empty
the skies grey
and my heart
bereft.

I care not

There are more jewels in a river
of solitudes
so fear not, I say, fear not
for the sun shines in each raindrop
and each raindrop
nourishes

 

Invisible

invisible
to you

the busy
and the naked

the slow
and the silent

the impossible
and the blind

invisible
to me

Reveal soul
reveal and break through
open that vein of solitude
and see
you and
me

busy
slow
impossible

naked
silent

and blind

Break through
and see