Sunday, November 29, 2009

The Soft Goodbye

Can you hear the whisper my heart ached to yell?
Did you see the message my eyes tried to tell?
My loved lurked deep for oh so long
Trying with each breath to sing your song
There in the hours before the pale dawn
When we laughed and smiled in between dreams and yawns
I waited for the moment to show you my heart
To tell you I love you and never wanna be apart
But when it came and I began to part my lips
The music changed in between coffee sips
And though we merely laughed at my bent knee
There are words in my soul that still wish to be free
But for now I'll keep them caged inside of my pen
Along with that unasked awkward question.

Monday, November 23, 2009

Couplet # 31

May it grow, and protrude into the realm of today
As the sun grows and spreads on the horizon's long way

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Couplet # 28

No matter how hard I force the painted pictures on the wall
Like autumns leaves they peel back red and one by one fall.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Couplet # 27

I have tried to wash your heart's blood, my past,
From these hands with shards of broken glass.

Monday, November 9, 2009

When Selene Saught Her Endymion

Oh Moon in the heavens searching for Endymion
Search for him anywhere else, look to anyone
For this shepherd you found is not what he seems
But son of Hypnos and Anemoi, the thing of dreams
A god of mists that sleeps where you see him now
Do not stir him with your words so loud
For you think he sleeps and will wake to your kiss
But he is already woken, the signs you have missed
And he remains prostrate, to allow you still time
To leave him graciously, to not commit this crime
For he is not your Endymion, no matter what you think
He belongs to another, cease your smiles and your winks
He is already woken by another's sweet touch
Leave now, do not embarrass yourself more, too much
Already your blunt hammer falls have been heard
And forced into his mouth your own twisting words
But he is the mist, and the dream, and the cloud
He is not like you, so blunt and so loud
He walks no straight line, but always circles round
O Moon do not disturb the sleeper on his mound
Leave him in his little house of birch
And go seek you, a different branch to perch
For your true Endymion is within this flock
He is also a shepherd in similar frock
Open you eyes, O Moon, and see him there
He knows how, for your heart, to truly care