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Let us bring back the broken things

and mend our hands from the glass

cut curses of a past we can’t quite remember.

Let us quiet out the streets and the bed sheets

covered in our oil and sweat,

worn away by all the walking, and the talking, and the taking.

Let us be who we are now

by being who we were then;

a friend, a song, a drop of rain.

Let us clear out the closets

with the clutter and the dreams

given to us by strangers who never really cared at all.

Let us be free,

whatever that means.

It has always sounded like the closest thing to home I’ve ever heard.

Senses

In whispered words

we heal the wounds

washed on the shores

of our hearts.

With a gentle touch

we feel the fears

left alone

to kill creation.

With soft eyes

we see the shame

we built when

we turned away.

In the sweet silence

we all know

what we must do

to be ourselves.

Let yourself be guided

by your senses,

let yourself trust and let go.

In this unfolding

is who you have always been

and who you’ve been chasing.

 

Sleepy Eyes

Make up the shape up of a story sad and true,

tell yourself this loving is reason you are blue.

Give into the river that flows with ease and grace,

and let it all take and turn you like a shadow on your face.

This sunny, salty city has lined up its carpets for you,

and this rhythm deep inside is its song ringing through.

Between beauty and beyond is this place you have long chased,

as you search with such passion, remember life is not a race.

 

 

 

 

 

Only a Remembrance

As I sit here now

centered in my heart,

I can see

that love

moves like light.

All around us.

Invisible and

indisputable.

And presence

follows freely

as we learn to let go.

Perhaps as it’s said

there is no learning

in this life–

only a remembrance.

And it is in that

free fall

that we all begin to fly,

at home in our hearts.

Helpful Heart

Helpful heart,

I hear your song.

Thank you for your

soft, sweet tones.

Helpful heart,

I see your strength.

Thank you for your

courage and care.

Helpful heart,

I know your wisdom,

thank you as

you’ve gently led.

Helpful heart,

it is through you

that I feel the love

I truly am.

There is only this.

All else only awaits your help,

my helpful,

healing heart.

It had been awhile since we had seen each other last.

It had been since before I saw my Father pass.

A man that too was once your husband,

all these memories so close, now gone so sudden.

But this was no time for sadness or sorrow,

this was a time of love and union and tomorrow.

Just as there is a time for sunsets and mourning,

there too is a time for celebration and dawning.

Before I had come, I thought of one thing-

what I wanted to take away, and what I wanted to bring.

In all the years since I had finally become a man,

I had yet to dance with the woman who was there since it all began.

And in a rare moment only perhaps a full moon could create,

I grabbed your hand to dance and we walked to our date.

We laughed, and we cried, and we gazed as we swayed,

taken up by the moment and thoseĀ real things that don’t fade.

I swear you saw him for a moment when you looked in my eyes,

and a part of you smiled and lit up the skies.

I watched as I saw something magical unfold,

on the beaches of your pain, a grain of sand turned to gold.

I know buried deep there is a sadness inside you,

where you blame yourself for things you did and didn’t do.

Perhaps it’s a story I am now telling myself,

that I helped for an instance heal a wound back to health.

Or maybe it was his way of saying from the other side,

he’s sorry he hurt you, and he knows how you tried.

All in one moment, I got and I gave,

what I had wanted to bring back, and take away.

Glass Between Us

There is a glass between us,

bent and broken perhaps,

from a past long forgotten.

Fragments of faded feelings

and lost moments gleam across

our lives like light atop a lake.

In the way atoms only appear to touch,

we are fools to this friction.

Played out in tangled up tones.

In words and thoughts that have

to take their time to

become something more,

a sweet surrender to silence

settles in my bones.

I feel different now.

Like words from a story

that once put us to sleep

the past is left in pictures

we now keep.

Still there is this glass between us

and in this way and so many more,

I see you and

how once upon a time

we danced together,

I yours, and you mine.