Sunday, November 26, 2006

for all to see.

there are small ladders of lust
peaking at my dreams
shaking their heads
in respect and fear
that what world has come
will not pass again
that what faith has held
will cease to feed
and leave me
for all to see.

no more.

I am painting my soul on
I step towards the middle,
one in the heart.
there are no balances
left unchecked
no remaining
no lingering pain.

if truth could be captured
in song
you would hear
a soft
beating heart
a breath reminding you…
of love that
of emotion
that wept
with all the strength
of rain in winter
of snow on sand
of water we wade
waiting no more
escaping no more.