Fragile, The Rose

In my hand,
a fragile paper.
I squeeze, and it's a rose.

I let go,
and it's paper again.

She said a front,
could move in.

I'd give her the rose,
but I dare not let go.

Somebody Will Come

Somebody will come.
Somebody will come,
and save me from this nightmare I made.
Somebody will come and say, my brother,
the world you saw was never there.

Somebody will come.
Somebody will come,
and look at me with eyes that shine with perfect love,
and a smile of perfect joy.

Somebody will come. Somebody pure,
to say, I came long ago,
and I will never leave you.

Somebody will come.
Somebody will come and take my hand,
and say, little child, let us go from here.

Somebody will come for me.
Somebody who knows what I forgot,
whose memory is so perfect, as to be my own.

Somebody will come.
He will come, and say, my brother,
what fades away and dies was never there.

Somebody will come.
Somebody strong,
strong in the knowledge,
there is nothing to defend against.
Somebody will come.

Somebody will come.
Somebody will come and hold me, and whisper,
you do not belong here.

Somebody will come,
his heart full of gifts: the loving thoughts I'd given him,
saved and purified.

Somebody will come.
Somebody will come,
and his light is my light,
obscured by my terror.
He will wave his arm, and say,
behold your world as it is, and it will disappear.

Somebody will come,
whose faith is greater than all the images I have made.
Somebody will come.

Somebody will come.
Somebody will come,
and I will know this was not me,
and I was not here.
Somebody will come.

Somebody will come.
Somebody will come and say,
my holy brother, I said you do not belong here,
and so you never were here.

Somebody will come to me,
and tell me, all this was an idle dream,
of my own making.
Somebody will come.

Somebody will come.
Somebody will come,
and share himself with me, and
I will know he is my Self.
Yes, somebody will come.

Somebody will come.
Somebody will come,
and heal my broken heart.
Somebody will come.
Somebody will come.
Somebody will come and save me.

What Happened to Us?

What happened to you?
Where did you go?
Why did you go away from me?

What happened to us?

Untitled

In tatters fall
anger's call
another wall.

Bright days
irony's ways
agony stays.

Frog and Butterfly

A frog loved a butterfly.
To him, how lovely she was.

Her wings danced on the wind.
In sunlight, gold then silver,
In shadow, brown edged in green.

He would watch her fly away,
he would watch her come back.

But he was a frog.
She was a butterfly.

The Clear Bell

One cannot live afraid,
not for long.
The brain tells one thing,
the heart another.

Conflicting voices,
two bells.
One clear,
one under water.

When it's cold,
the sage has no scent.

He Will Wait

Your husband waits,
scaly eyes now clear.

Never take love for granted.
When you lay siege,
know your enemy is you.

He will wait,
hear you read,
watch your lips.

Your husband waits,
heart a little stronger.

You see something he doesn't.

Trees

Hope upon hope,
trees fallen
and skins gray.

She watched a tree fall,
touched me
and fingers warm.

Do hillsides dream,
or hope?
And I looked.

She, a dream,
sad eyes
and with hope.

Come Back To Me

Read slowly, my love,
see each word.
Take it between your lips,
taste it.

Come back to me,
give me back
the entirety of your heart.

It is not both, my love.

Magpie

The world is less than shadows,
yet more than dark.

By what thread do we still hang,
what is this you call life?

A magpie squawks in the sun,
no gloom this young day.

And yet the shadows,
and yet the dark.

Still a Hope

A bastard child,
still a son.

An unseen miracle,
still a blessing.

Taste this.
Bitter, is it not?

Still a hope.

The Orchard

A wish,
or was it a vision?

Suddenly, I saw apple blossoms,
you beside me, in the sun.

Renewing our vows.

Could it be, then,
or did I see what I wanted?

Won't somebody tell me?

The Orphaned Heart

Please don't throw me away,
and leave my love without a name.

The orphaned heart is a beggar,
twisted, without dignity.

No, it can't be.
How can you be taken from me?

A remote chance,
the deaf could hear.

A stirring song,
or a blistering silence.

We walk hand in hand,
you look at me as before.

A Light

Don't let me fall
into the catacombs;
the dark therein.

A debris of angels' wings
in tatters an ancient sigh,
don't let me look there.

But I look, and they fall
strike my eyes,
but I am not bitter.

Fall, dearest
fall away,
let it go.

At length, and above high
brilliant and small,
a light.