Love's Labours

In my time of
tried and true
The most rigorous
experiment of all
Has been that
simply of love.
Definition of or
Instruction for
Has never nor
will ever be.
Self guided journeys
yield bumps and bruises
Of many a wounded heart.
Of the emotions
easiest to catch,
Love is the hardest
to release.
Self-inflicted wounds of
Heartache and Break
Are forever imminent.

13 Feb 01

The Keeper

Hands circle around
feeling the marks.
Marks that have never moved.
But have seen the world over.
These hands wring and wrought
With the misery of the world.
Holding together the
pieces of the universe.
Chains unbroken
Words unspoken
Time is the weight
On the hands that move
Around the face.
This face that watches over me.
As the master of time
Tolls its chimes.

26 Sep 97

All or Nothing

What is worth but a measure of popularity?
The populous of the beautiful and granting
Those who walk the streets gilt in gold and
Speak the words of pleasance?
Keeping appearances and good sides
Assuaging the egos of the softest confidence.
Those of easy humor and false show.

Truth and honor, service and fortitude
Are more likely measures of worth.
Some find these to be taxing on egos
Easier it is for theatrics and circumstance.
Leading the way to tarnished gold gilt streets
For words of pleasance to turn to evil
Only to lose face and face themselves alone.

3 October 2008

In a Valley

Hilltop, Alone
Wanting only company
from love

Standing dark, bent
Leaning against the wind
Waiting for a wall
A wall for support
A wall for laughter
A wall for shelter

Standing alone, bent
fighting against the wind
Waiting for a hand
A hand to hold
A hand to pull
A hand to push

Hilltop, Alone
Wanting only company
from love.

29 July 2008

Ode to the Never Born

Your beautiful face never seen

Your endless wonder never known

Your forgiving love never held

The world shall never see

Your exquisite soul

Or your undying heart

Full of life to give, but

Never taken.

Never have we met

But love you I always will

Never have I seen your face

But remember your eyes will I

Never will I hold your tiny hand

But lead your way I will.

Carry you on your journey

To see the world around again

On a trek you will never take.

The world will never know

What you love to see

Who you love with all your heart

And where you love to be.

Again I Shall Shine

Rain from my soul

Cleanses my heart.

Within myself,

The storms are welcomed.

I am the weatherwoman

And the forecast is bleak.

After the weather,

The birds will soar.

I know the winds,

The currents,

The gales.

I know the rain,

The torrents,

The floods.

Tragedy has struck.

But, as always –

Out comes the sun,

The life-star, my

Force.

As with the weather,

Again I will live.

Only now the calm

Will be longer and

The storm short-lived.

23Mar97

I Am New

The tears come more often now.

The pain – not as much.

The reason?

I am healing.

I am healing –

From a wound not caused by anyone.

From no wound self-inflicted.

The reason?

I am healing.

I am healing –

From my own insanity.

From my own self-doubt.

The wound?

Caused by me.

The tears come to me in joy.

They come to me welcomed.

The reason?

I have healed myself.

23Mar97