An Angel's Wings

Deep within the night
Stars sprinkled in the sky
I’m wrapped around the coolness of the air
I look towards the blackness of the heavens
Two clouds form the wings of an angel
Against the vastness of black might

My eyes transfixed
On the vision above
Soul entangled
In a comforting vision
That won’t be forgotten
A message within a random mix

Unspoken Whispers

Tonight I heard your voice
Your arms were heavy
Your breathing rapid
Like the stream that flows
Past the rocks
In a hurry
To get to a place
It doesn’t realize
It’s going

I don’t know what you wanted
You don’t know what to do
You said
Like raindrops trickling past
Each other
Falling to the same destination
Without purpose
Without form
Becoming meshed onto pavement
No longer what once was
Waiting for evaporation
To return as something new
Yet the same
In a never-ending cycle
That has no answer
Only truth and existence
Beyond singularity

Reflections

When I think of you
I realize you're the one force
Who has never lost the power
Of what mysteries can do

Fifteen and I thought you'd left
Vanished into the night
Never to return
Except on reels of tapes
I'd replay when life became too much
Or when I needed a reminder
Of the dreams that were kept

You're not the only one
It's true
But you're the only one
That returned
With a new mystery
That revealed
We were never done

Now it's two souls in a dance
Recognition of lives gone past
More than we know how to explain
You're just another person
Like me, like him, like her
But still capable of holding
My heart in a never-ending trance

Love, it is not yet
Like, it is more than
Somewhere in-between
Fifteen and thirty-three
You and I became more alike
Than imaginations could ever see
Or two faces who've spent this lifetime
Merging their identities
From the moment they met

Preparing For Battle

In a box
I found an old letter
You gave to me
Full of encouragement
And child-like joy
Stickered amongst
The few words
So as not to overwhelm
My undeveloped mind

I never told you
You were my favorite
Funny how things don’t really change
On the journey from innocence
To dark responsibility
Funny how somehow
I knew to keep that letter
Safe
So that it could someday
Remind me of what you
Already knew
I would need
And
Who I would be

I often wonder
Who you are now
Ten years ago
I caught a glimpse
And then it was
Good-bye in disguise
But your spirit
Always remains

Like today
In words spoken
Twenty-five years ago
“Sergeant at Arms” I was
And I will be again
My only hope is that
You would be as proud
And grateful for me now
As you were then

You and I

Yesterday
You and I
Became intertwined
Hoping for more
Than what we could see
Beneath the glow
From our eyes
Came the yearning
To become
What should be
Two as one
And now

You and I
Are about to be gone
Torn from the shambles
Of what was
What could be
And hopes
For a better tomorrow
The light
Can shine again
If we’d let
It cross over
Into what we
Feel should be
Wishful thinking
I know
For what you want
And what you’ll do
Are as far as the distance
Between where my heart lives
And where your feet stand

You and I
We’re like those plastic bags
That get caught up in the wind
Floating on air
Twirling without thought
Aimlessly hoping
That the place we’ll land
Is more comfortable
Than the ground
We were carried away from
Not forgotten
But unable to return
Because the wind
Doesn’t exactly reappear
Like it did
In the same place
Twice

Fixing This Dysfunction

Fixing this dysfunction
Requires more
Than a phone call
Or a simple touch
Meant to say
“I’m sorry.”

I’m not sure
It’s even possible
After years
Of being shut-down
Inside
Any affection
Dying
Each time
I have to see you
Or hear the phone ring
In your haphazard attempts to fix
What was

I don’t think
You yet realize
That what was
Still exists somewhere in my heart
It remembers
Each tragedy
Spun from the fabric that unraveled

Leaving strands
Scattered across
A floor now filled
With a mixture of cluttered debris
And stain-free spots
Visible amongst the chaos of leftover scripts
That weren’t meant to be written
At all

We Were Never Too Good To Dance

You once told me
That I was too good for you
Back when it was
Just another dinner
And I wanted to make up my own mind

But truth has a funny way
Of already knowing
What will transpire
If not now
Eventually
Becoming a less than opaque
Reality
Almost the way a sunrise
Begins to show us
What we weren’t sure
Existed in the night

So I told myself that I wasn’t
That you were somehow wrong
That we were okay to dance
Despite the ex who wanted revenge
And the kids that turned out okay
And you, who always felt inadequate
For being less than who they thought you were
And the rebel inside, who needed to be rescued
By someone just learning how to grow-up

You were right
But I have no regrets
That it turned into more
Than just another dinner
Or that the music we danced to
Has now evaporated
Somewhere between
A coastal breeze
And a mountain
Whose climb
Was worth
Every breath