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

Oh orb
of night 
cast thy
dusty light 
on this
lovely sight
a thing 
of might 
and maybe 
and right 
and make 
this height 
short enough 
to fight
this my
lover’s plight 

A breeze
caught once 
and carrying 
with it
aroma of 
pie or 
fragrant perfume 
or sound
of something 
softer maybe 
rain or 
linen pinned 
to lines
or whispers 
said in
sweet secret 

As I sit
and watch day
spread across the 
mountain like a
shit eating grin
I wonder just 
what joke this 
day knows that
I don’t and
when if ever 
I’ll be told
to get in
on the laughs

Sleep sleep 
my soul 
this you
don’t want 
to see
these things 
that weep
saturate hope 
and bring 
the deluge 
of despair 
to love 
sleep sleep
my soul 
on this 
ferry ride 
and awaken 
in heaven 
where love 
sings its 
sweetest song 
sleep now 
my soul