TurnBack

Even the darkest ashes 
can ignite a fire
for what was once
can always be again
that is and unless
what once warmed is
now not just forgotten
but also abandoned we
see by eyesight but
remember with heart yet
even hearts grow blind
often covered by scars
please my love turn
around for a scarred
heart’s a heavy one

FlowersWoods

Why are some 
like picking flowers
while others are
like sawing wood
flowers are delicate
and plucked easily
arranged lovingly and
slowly turned here
and turned there
always finding sun
wood is hard
and knotted causing
stops and starts
wood is heavy
and weighty dirty
difficult definitely challenging
when we’re younger
we pick flowers
learning they die
but wood oh
wood once fallen
discovers its beauty

Seesaw

And then there’s this 
one Erik Satie song
which whenever I hear
it I think of
us it’s simple and
elegant lazy yet purposeful
it’s our own seesaw
and just like us
goes up and down
going up and down
often filled with laughter
sometimes demands but always
we are just children
playing as children do

Clash

And when we are
just laying here before
or after what we
do do best there’s
this silence it’s the
same not heard emptiness
as that moment just
before or recently after
the clash of hordes
of men intent on
the defending or taking
of what’s rightfully theirs
one brings hope and
the other lays waste
but it’s the silence
the gap where the
image of triumph or
defeat and not the
in-between that excites men
and it excites us

OnePlace

I imagine you here
here where you’ve been
but now your space
out there lies empty
it’s always out there
where I notice you
not there or here
where I am but
I know one place
you will always be
it’s that one place
no one ever sees