This past
that most
hold dear
is nothing 
nothing more 
and will
be forever 
nothing more 
it might 
have happened 
maybe not 
how can 
anyone make 
any decisions 
based upon 
a dream 
what fools 
do that 

It is the quiet 
hours when everyone is 
or soon will be 
sleeping I adore most
it’s the calm seas
upon which I float 
and sometime sounds like 
fish jumping and splashing 
that does not disturb 
but rather reminds me 
that I am somewhere 
and while I feel 
gone during these my
quiet hours I know 
that I will always 
drift back to you 
in bed like my 
own little coral reef 

When I write 
I am ancient 
when I laugh
I am young 
when I sleep 
I am old
and then when 
I love I 
will be forever 

What is this 
ache said the 
icicle to the 
barrel it is 
thaw said barrel 
it’s what happens 
when one once
cold finally warms 
oh like love 
shouted the icicle 
no not love 
more like death 
said the barrel 
and I’m Heaven 

Two doesn’t 
ever really 
it can’t 
two is
a sum
two like 
every other 
is just 
more of 
many ones 
a couple 
a few
a crowd 
life is 
never two 
never mind 
ever more