This message...

I may be on vacation
but I have so much work to do
over the next few days
that I can't think of sleep.
Will I find time to pass
beside a rolling stream
at the base of two great peaks
while I say goodbye
to a life I hardly know?
I will use every ounce
of strength to climb over
and steal away a kiss
of golden sun that is setting
before it can even rise
to meet the end of my trip.
And when the darkness falls
on that final day of return
I will find that ray of light
behind my tightly drawn eyes,
shining brighter than ever
with a torturous smile.

...still I will try to sleep.

A summer's snowstorm

Things got messy that night-
the sticky stuff dried hard
and the room went blue.
I was still stuck on your breath
when I heard you whisper
this has nothing to do
with what happened before.

Do not be afraid to lose
what is not for anyone
to take away from you.
Even when strong winds
threaten to pull you away
you can cling to the chimney
until calmer times return.

You're so alive and everywhere,
never far from my side-
and even when you must go
I know you never leave me.

Not quite yet

Just when you're convinced it's impossible to see the
upside of a penny you found walking because your
sadness has grabbed hold like a vice and refused
to let go for even a second-something inside of
you breaks into smile, suggesting that perhaps
nothing is impossible in this life
anymore...

I wonder the same thing.

Lets pretend that this page is more like
our private room where we're in the most
vulnerable state we can be in private--while
each of us bares our nakedness to the other.

Yes, that is what we should do now,
only first we should read again this letter's
upside of what I'm saying to you...

Notes from the fridge

Discover romance
between each language-
write,
explore,
inspire.
Speak no fiction,
question wisdom
from a villain.
Whisper of desire.
Excite people.
Turn fear
into beautiful mystery
that cracks every new day
in a strange, happy world.

I won't go far

In the silence you left me in that day
was a song you said would put some
words back in your mouth.
Oddly enough I found the comfort
I needed at that moment
from all your old letters you wrote.
Each one was so beautifully written
and meaningful on its own-
but when I read them together
they created something much more-
a story I had never noticed before
of a girl who met a boy with a note,
circled yes and filled his heart pink-
painting a smile on his face
brighter than words ever could.

Still waiting for the doctor

Could I really expect to sleep
without seeing you say goodnight?
Totally alone here in my cave
missing my favorite window,
where even my thoughts ignore me
and speak only to each other.
Your smile haunts the darkness
I'm left completely naked in.
Touch the pillow with a hand
pretend it's the face so calm-
so happy to finally be home,
move two fingers over ridges
that would otherwise be lips
while my own whisper things.
Is it that unreal, really,
this secret recipe we hide from most-
or is it rising in a kitchen
beaten by a flour-fight
and settled in another room
two doors down from forever...

To those who wait

Nearly slept beside you tonight
I wanted to-
You have no idea how bad
I wanted to-
just knew it wasn't time.

Wanted so badly to ask to
please be careful with my pen,
not regret my glass of red wine
or it's contents I pour for you,
to cling to your cross
when your way seems unlikely-
I just couldn't find the keys
to unlock my courage.

So I ask you now
for once chance
to write for you forever
beyond heaven and hell
and every flower between.