My heart is where our home is

In the windswept field of sun crowned animals

On the dock,  embraced in a summer’s end

Within the rolling moonlight down a clover hill

All of this always and never again

There is a drenching in attachment

Things that flew so sadly & adrift, settle

Or else succumb to rising brightness

A spring’s sudden death

Emerges like a faithful morning

He knows all you’ve lost

& gathers you up in pieces as you are

He calls it a pledge

You call it a bet

Either way – there is no returning

August 23, 2015

 -Missing Mark  -

What does it take to move on?

A marvelous sunset that turns you free

A fresh day of gripping laughter

Your heart so full of bloom that the very

Fragrance lifts you entirely to the fire of

Letting go, &  there you let it all turn to

Ashes and slowly walk away

 No, this is not moving on from you

For broken hearts of love lost, perhaps

For sadness from a vanished dream, maybe

But not for losing you

Sunsets are what you are missing

Though it is foolish, I know

For you are not truly missing anything now

And that is what is so strange to be sure of

That you are happier than you would ever have been here

And yet the pain that you will never return

 What makes for my loss of mind at times

Is your ending, so cruel

I forget my breath

And catch it midst a heaving ache within my chest

We would all love to see you just once more

To say something we wish we said

To hug you tighter because - this is it

To know, to just know for certain

That you didn’t Feel that last sting.

There is no mending some brokenness

For not all loss is a line

But a circle instead.

in my heart

you are a racing horseman

in my heart - midnight dark

rushing under cold - dewed leaves

slick conviction -on to me

you are black birds – widowed lace

set upon my sorrowed face

sitting erect – a piano king

chattering – gasped

she would not sing

you are fresh – white

inspired - sky

stirring me  - illusion - sigh

kissing tart-  flavoring dawn

fragrance rustling - curious fawn

he is familiar  - holding firm

eyes that don’t see – hushed  discern

thoughtfulness – subsiding trouble

lips pressed warm –to hint- unsubtle

paper dates – he gives a dress

begging words – I can’t profess

the porous world – drafting doom

you are hidden – potent moon

I won’t let them in – love, mind

your commanding dash – to me, will find

Whisk me up- strong - tear my dress

behind you tight, my lips – confess