Before you, I was stuck –
Lost in the pain of past love.
Helpless
And then you appeared;
Light.
As if from nowhere.
Hope.
Light
love and loss
I never know when or how a song is going to end. It’s something that eludes formula and analysis.
I do know that a song has a way of bending: The end of the beginning bends to the beginning of the end.
I can’t tell you how many times I have sung loss, and how often it was love that was hiding unconsciously in my heart … how many times I thought I was at the end, only to find another beginning.
Addiction
Like a crazed addict I write to you
With every word, I make it worse,
But I cant stop.
The withdrawal symptoms hurt too much.
“The world is full of poetry. The air is living with its spirit; and the waves dance to the music of its melodies, and sparkle in its brightness.”
James Gates Percival
A note to my pain
stop everything.
just stop
set the pain aside for a second
and breathe.
the worst is over
you’re ok.
remember that.
You’re ok.
“The poet is the priest of the invisible.”
— Wallace Stevens
Freedom Call
With your tears you remind me
that I do not own a single part
of your broken heart,
slowly mending…
yet relapsing.
Falling back into pain.
Like a bird from above,
I call you
praying that one day
you’ll hear the call of freedom,
And join me in the sweet, blue sky.
A guest book,
Every day a new mark,
Signed by old friends
Who swore they’d stay.
Words, characters reappear
Leaving their presence throughout.
Then there’s you –
Beautiful calligraphy,
Poetry in a language unknown.
For my grandfather
In my dreams you’re still here
As if nothing changed.
I feel your disappointment,
your pain
at how things turned out.
The hurt you feel knowing
when you left,
The family you raised fell apart.
Like a garden, uncared for –
Wasted.
