Thursday, February 03, 2011

7 a.m.

The sun sets beneath my eyes
they open, it's morning
Waves of the new day wash the sand
of my dream, you, away
and grain by grain
you, my dream,
Breath, held in sleep, releases
My pulse, in rest a frenzied staccato, calms
and grain by grain
I forget that you
You, my dream, last night you
were you,
were my reality
and I awake to what isn't
Harsh awakeness, a lie
where you
and the longer my eyes are open,
the more you

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Like Always

My hands are empty
because they can't hold yours
not again, not like that, like before

My lips are empty
they can never kiss yours
not again, not like that, like before

My arms are empty
because they can't hold you
not again, not like that, like before

My heart is empty
which doesn't make sense
it's still filled with you
like that, like before, like always...

Monday, July 13, 2009

were gone
so I asked the moon
to give this to you
from me
A paper heart,
and written inside is my hand.
I sent you my hand
so yours wouldn't have to be empty
but even more
so mine wouldn't be empty
because you
were gone
and it was

Monday, May 18, 2009


I feel
I feel you
feel you crying
and I cry too
I can feel you in pain
I try to whisper your name
I hear the hurt in your voice
trying to sing it away
I reach
for you
reach as far as I can
but not far enough
that i can pull you by the hand
back to me, to life
to light, to laughter
but my reach
I sit
sit up here
gazing down
at you, my heart,
my heart breaking
as you break,
weeping frustration
as you weep
for I cannot reach
cannot lift you
to brush away a single tear
off your perfect
hurting eyes
reflecting our breaking,
hurting souls.
I sit up here
as you
my love, my heart, my light
because I just


Saturday, March 07, 2009

Winter's end

Alone, I sit
frozen and cold, I sit
here, in darkness,
here, buried
in stone, here I sit.
I wait.
I wait, for barest brush
for weakest whisper
for the tiniest touch
from you.
For you, I wait.
For you, I am here.
For you, brightest sun,
I wait,
For you, warmth and life
and light
to come.
I sit here, waiting
to awaken
at your word
at your light
so I may be
be Who I
and not
who i am
right now.
For right now,
i am

Sunday, February 01, 2009

My Christmas song (yes, i know it's a little late. Quit whining)

With brand new eyes you look upon the world
as shining new as anything can be.
Yet knowing who you are,
I start to think,
to wonder what it is you really see.
If you can know we'd find all happiness
in thee

Can you know you'd walk on water,
know you'd give the weak ones strength
that the earth and skies would move beneath your feet?
Do you know that from your blood would come
salvation for us all?
Can you know
someday you'd save me?

A tiny babe, born here among the hay,
A tiny babe, yet master of the earth.
Your mother rocks you gently off to sleep,
with infant's love you smile back up at her.
With lowly shepherds standing as your guard,
and angels, joyous, singing of your birth.

Can you know that with your hands
you'd heal a thousand hurt and sick
That you'd calm the storms and cast waves from the sea?
Do you know that when you're grown you'll give
the greatest gift of all?
Can you know
you'll give that gift to me?

In peace you lay, a pearl cast down to swine,
i see you sleep and wonder what you dream.
The kind of dream that only babies know?
Or dreams about the man you'll grow to be?
That as God's son he had a plan for you,
To give your perfect life to set man free?

Can you know that you'd work miracles
that you'd bring the dead to life
That you'd let deaf ears hear, let blind eyes see?
Did you know you'd rise above all men,
then reach down to lift us up?
did you know that you would
set my heart free?

Friday, December 12, 2008


Out of nowhere,

from nothing,

unexpected ,

you came down.

You came down

and danced.

Whirling, spinning,

lost and oblivious

to all but the thunder,

the pounding beat that

has captured you entirely.

You exist, you are, but

only in dance do you live

and only in dance can you be.

But this dance that you are,

in its turns and its steps,

is destruction.

The vortex of joy,

of being, that is you,

tears and breaks everything

in it's path.

Still, you dance, you are.

I am caught in the way, and swept

into your song

and all my gaurds, my fears

and my hide-beihnds

are torn apart, removed,

and ever so gently, obliviously

you lift my heart

and take it for your own.

And you dance on

you dance, you ARE