Faith
an icy black rain
the autumn harvest freezes
while still in the field
–
a desert night
cold hard water
feeds the fire
an icy black rain
the autumn harvest freezes
while still in the field
–
a desert night
cold hard water
feeds the fire
living day to day
ignoring where I’ve been and
what the future holds
–
frost on the grass
awake in the dark
breathless and immobile
with help, exploring
the haunted attic spaces
deep within my mind
–
dancing alone
the ghosts
of past lovers
stumbling badly
pausing on the precipice
of complete collapse
–
smooth sailing
seeking freedom
from consequence
reaching through the gloom
seeking the humanity
common to us all
–
a red call box
tendrils of fog
climbing the ivy
alone on the sea
caught in a tempest’s fury
far from her home port
–
an unfamiliar bed
the southern cross
in the night sky
distant sirens wail
slowly I realize that
you’re not coming home
–
a warm shower
startled awake
by the telephone
our favorite booth
fond memories now haunting
a table for one
–
calm water
the shadow of
a rope swing
your licorice lips
the taste of clove and anise
lingers on my tongue
–
quiet sunrise
a rose bud
slowly opens
freshly cut flowers
in a wreath of fallen leaves
laid upon your grave
–
curled sepia photos
seeds taking root in
freshly turned earth