Tuesday, May 20, 2008

L'homme marche seul

A boy one night went to sort out his mind
And his false sense of duty became his weight
His searching led his mind to the path before him
And with a pause he plunged into the darkness

His body fell behind
But his mind raced on
His thoughts grew weary
And his burden was heavy

This night he thought of what he wanted
And his need to belong became his weight
His searching led his mind to the path before him
And he paused before plunging in to the darkness

His body fell behind
But his mind raced on
His thoughts grew weary
His thoughts grew so weary
And his burden was heavy

One night this man will find what he is looking for
And his loneliness will not be his burden
And his searching will lead him home
And without a pause he will enter the light

Epitaph

In the shadows behind the cabana where water drips from faucets
And the peaceful steadiness of a leaking heartbeat becomes a puddle—
Sitting in the depression that regrets mistakes made long ago,
Lays a lonely memory of what has passed and is no more.
A single paper folded twice with one word written,
Buried beneath the earth and fading along the crease,
Lies worn with recent history among the shallow roots.
The silent garden where this planted paper hides dormant
Near the combined shade of the house and canyon walls,
Which conceal the path through the detailed landscape,
Forgets the dripping and puddles that once existed
before the sun returned to its full height in the sky,
And evaporated this word I wrote—
WHY

Friday, May 2, 2008

One Life To Live

One life to live
And two will share
Though worlds apart
Still bleeding heart
And long lost love
Till letter repair.

A peek of hope
To starting new
A chance reborn
But lover’s warn
No sweet venom
To poison you.

But distance keeps
Strong love incite
But beauty forgot
Yet woman caught
Soon to return
To hold her tight.

The day delayed
Still flower blooms
And sleepless nights
To soon delights
Will see petals bare
And smell perfumes.

Keep eyes to sea
And I to see
One love to care
Two lives to share
And fortune make
for revelry.