Cold House

Spring came in again.
Five days long she rained love but,
Summer is delayed.

Winter finds it's way,
Sneaks back in uninvited
To fill new with old.

Stealing away breath
Sweet air that gave life to death
Dark must be complete

For summer freedom's reign.

Stop and Go (Song Lyric)

While she sits her silence fills the room up
As he paces across the floor.
She smiles an empty smile and faces him
Is convinced he doesn't see there's more.

He wonders why he's there at all,
Just to watch her take her time
to tiptoe all around
when what she means
is let me go.

He wakes tired of eyes wide open daily
Waiting on a change to come.
Packs a bag and leaves his love on the railing.
She comes home and there the chase has begun.

They say every other season changes,
They say sun will always follow the rain,
We go back and forth between the spaces
Always occupied on different days.

And I wonder why I'm here at all
To watch you take your time
in tiptoeing around
when what you mean
is let me go.

While she sits the silence fills the room up.
Through the pain a little light can be seen.
The ties unbind and despite the breaking,
Be still and feel a sense of relief.

The Best Thing God Created Is A New Day

If it's a joke then put it on me,
Send your caution carelessly,
'Cause it's not me who minds.
It is the sky and it's inside me.

I know the kind, I know,
I'm new and fresh and young,
Except that I have seen the sun,
Grow old and tired of storms and fire,
She falls to cool beneath the sea.

To give her rest, I would that it were me.

Stay quiet, don't you say a word
Don't resist the breath of hurt
You hold it all so tightly,
Let it go.

No need to say you love me,
Just hear what I am giving,
Let it sit there, let it sink in...

On paper, just appearance,
Ink in a plastic figure
Ball point rolls away
and I am tired...

He wrinkles in his sigh,
But just around his eyes.

To Day

There is so much space here.

Filled with the empty and still.

Quiet whispers between souls I know,

New bodies mixed with young and old.



There is so much love here.

In grey skies and dying trees.

Gently bending to cold winds caress,

Needing no thought to it's perfect progress.



The stars are still there

Behind light of Christmas morning.

Balance like I'm seeking,

Between nothingness and thinking.



We're all that spaciousness.

Empty and everything.

Smiling and breathing.

Loving and missing.



Present and drifting,

Apart while connecting;

I'll be it all today.

It's in living, that I pray.

Somewhere To Be

Vivid dreams in morning,
Others thoughts adorning,
Time to put them down,
To live my own.

Heart is slowly breaking out,
Glowing like a lighthouse,
Guiding me through stormy seas,
Nowhere else to run.

Tearing down these walls around,
Skinned knees and handmedowns.
No time to curse the donor,
I have somewhere to be.

(1999)

The Whole

To restless worrying cloud,
Sky sweeps by and says:
Transforming is returning.

I, Willow

Walking slowly with intention,
Overlapping in dimension
Flowing formless, touching solids,
Roots tethered to amorphous.

Then she came in, she came in,
Passing through me on the wind,
To settle in her spaciousness,
To give love and forgive love.

And off we went, off we went,
To find what occupied the mind,
To let it go and shed some light,
To bring it back again,

When all is fine, it's always fine,
Sings sparrow of the stream,
In giving up resisting,
I feel it carry me.

Pain is pleasure in perspective,
Thoughts don't often hold the answers,
What and why will pass on by -
Right here is all we know.

I am the field I rest in,
I am arrow, I am bow.
My strength in bending, feather's lending
Courage to let go.

Release is in the weeping,
Split air the whistled cry,
I hope to have no target,
I wish only to fly.

But if my arc must end
To soft, warm earth I'll go.
Landing broken into wholeness,
And know the growth of willows.