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.
Friday, March 28, 2008
Saturday, March 22, 2008
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.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
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
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