Far from here
and from home 
red light blinks
whether come hither
or stop or
maybe stay away 
I don’t know 
but on and
off it goes 
a beacon warning 
saying make way 
and make sure 
that you know 
I am here 
whilst you’re there 
just like the 
sirens of love 

My heart breaks 
not for myself 
in this age 
of scarcity whose 
roots began in
selfishness and greed 
it’s more important 
now than ever 
to practice love 
through kindness empathy 
and compassion because 
being genuine generous 
and grateful does 
more for the 
human spirit than 
hate can accomplish 

I thought sleep 
would quiet me 
but then dreams 
they reminded me 
of those things 
that I’d put 
deep into the 
basement of soul
and percolating up 
like bones buried 
for years barely 
recognizable but unearthed 
rising up to 
again be seen 
ghosts of a 
time gone by 

Dusty dusk
when days 
dirt descends
and everything 
darkens beneath 
when we
cower under
the covers 
and clouds 
pretending to 
be asleep 
but not 
limbs move
and entwine
and hands
make way 
for lips
soon night 
will fall 
the way 
of desire 
and destiny 

I don’t 
know where
you are 
or if
or that
but once 
you were
all of
those and 
more to
me I
can only 
hope then
that somewhere 
and when 
and that
are those 
for you 
to too