Walking Blind

What an adventure
to live a life of trust.

Wilderness mazes
deliberate meandering

As if the better route
were the jaggedest line.

What an adventure
to live a life of trust.

A Sonnet

Talk not of lovers, I have had my fill

of silly boys and escorted misses

who cannot see a thing outside their will,

‘mid evening lights, exchanging their kisses.

Their eyes are focused on none but the one

beside them sitting here in this café.

The servers must tell them, “Time to go home.

Let us please sleep to be ready next day.”

The single lover holds her affections

in outstretched hands, a poor, inverse beggar

she seeks to give, despite all rejections,

to the nearest passing lovelorn lover.

The world waits not for fantastic wishes,

I would just like some help with the dishes.

Love At The Breaking Point 2-23-04

Come my Love, sleep in my arms

Come my Love rest in my embrace

Let me take that weight from your back

This burden is too much for you

Come my Love, you need to rest

Come my Love, I have what you need

I cannot bear to see you like this 

You must be renewed; let me renew you

Come my Love, you can start again

Come my Love, you know where I am

I have a new load for you to bear

It is no lighter--you are stronger

Come my Love, begin with rest

Come my Love, there is work to do

You are able to take this gift

Now my might is your endurance

Come my Love, Come my Love