Music, poetry, fiction, and the occasional drawing
There is a reason we call it falling in love
We are always looking forward
and neglect to see the thing
lying at our feet, across the path
It only takes a little tangle in our
toes or in our ankles
to bring our tower of illusions crashing down
Crumbling rationality and reason
independence and clarity
future and past
continuity
sanity
Love leaves us humbled, lying flat
squinting up at her blinding light
grateful for the warmth
There is a path inside my heart
that leads to you
A path of sand for naked feet
to sink into
I walk the path while the sun comes
Out of the sea
And follow footprints that can only
Come from you
I walk the path on a cold night
without a star
I reach into the emptiness
and touch you there
A soft wind blows the sand around
and hides our tracks
So no one knows that we were here,
just you and me
I hope, for you,
the singing of the insects is
a shimmery, summery sound
I hope the water that trickles
across the slippery rocks
brings you something that can pass for peace
I hope the light
that filters through
the endless rows of branches,
casts its longest shadows
on the grass that almost tickles
your bare toes and heels and arches
in a way that makes you
smile
When I say I never knew your name, I am not talking about the one your parents gave you. I am talking about the one you gave yourself. You know the one I mean, the one that bubbled to the surface of your life on a hot summer night, like this one, when you were all alone in your room, feeling inexplicably sad but hopeful.
This name was not one that you had heard before, yet you instantly recognized it as yours.
Although at that time I was hundreds of miles away from you, and had not met you, and could not hear the name you gave yourself, I felt the reverberations of its echo.
When I am calm enough, I still can.
The thing in me that
your long look kindled,
that grew and blossomed
under the soft light
of an all-forgiving sun
will not wither
will not die
but also will not grow again
The thing in me that
made me feel like something new
has turned around to look at me from the other side
and makes me feel like something old
The thing in me that
keeps me warm when the sun goes down and
keeps me cool when everything boils,
that keeps me calm when the bullets fly and
alerts me when the whole world sleeps
has reached the end of the circle and
like a song at the end of a verse it
has come to a chorus that will repeat
until the fade
Every leaf on every branch of every tree in the forest
dances to a different tune
Every star that twinkles with a million-year-old light
looks all the way into you
Every bit of foam on every wave in every sea
likes to know that you are here
And every moment of a lifetime in eternity
offers up its own opportunity
Every brick in every wall we build to keep us apart
cries to be taken down
every lie we ever told and all that we believed
hide from us now
we’re stalking something wild and empty
without a penny, or a gun
we’re following the trail of something free, and
we never will be done
we never will be done
The time for us was never right
but even right goes dark at night
Even right goes wrong sometimes
and desperation blurs the lines
The time for us is always now
When it ends, we won’t know how
all the pieces fit in place
that scattered into empty space
The place for us is on a hill
that balances the wild and still,
that overflows its narrow banks,
and walks on weatherbeaten planks
The time for us will never end
The road is long and does not bend
With love, you cannot lose the fight
The time for us is always right
