Worship & Waves

Staying

She pulls me

gently

down a well-worn path,

littered with ferns and old letters,

and brings me to

a flowery clearing.

“This is always where they leave,”

she says,

indicating the barren field.

“Yes,” I say,

“this is it.”

“This is what?”

“This is a perfect place

to build a home.”

Halloween

Breathing heavy,

I wait for light to leave the sky –

longing for your nighttime spell

a brutal, tortured tongue-tie.

You haunt me with your drawling voice

dark and yet unseen,

you disturb my foolish, failing heart

and call it Halloween.

Poetry

Poetry is for the living,

but death

is what grants it meaning,

making time so fleeting

and love so precious

that even poetry

can scarcely

touch it.

Wordsmith Wednesday: Poem XXII

I’ve been terrified

by things many

but nothing

has shaken me

like

how much

I love you.

Lyrics & Love

You are poetry,

every lyric

more inscrutable,

yet more beautiful,

drawing me deeper

into a reverie

filled

with flowers

and lace.

Written Lovers

Written words

are lovers,

climbing into your heart

and changing

who you’ve

been.