Silent TearsSilent tearsthe mostinexplicablethingsin all of thisworld.A river flowsfrom my spiritas still and deepas undergroundwatersin streamsof bloodof loveand desire -all fine things -never to surface -stay buriedbeneath...Here,when a soulweeps,that soundonly heardin heavenand hellso nearthe centerand gone ina heartbeat,silently.My heartweepssilentlyinto my soulfor no onemust knowthe pain...
The Long Swim...A lonesome dreamhas come to me -cold silver moonlike lover's eyesand winter's beachwith glistening sand,reflecting icy Paradise... (making plans...)My footfall heldup by the sand -I've tossed awaymy wedding band... (long ago...)And it is nosurprise to me -No scent of brineupon the sea.Oh, let me tryas humans mayto sense thefeeling of decay... (I am leaving this world...)I choose the sandfor marraige bed.The blue-green watersreach the shore.I close my eyesand wait for springand lay theretill I am no more... (dying)No feeling leftin human limbs-I float in tangledgreen weed wave.I travel widemid jutting rock -an apparitionnone may save. (Auburn strands... kelp profusion... remember this is just illusion...)Oh children,children,let me goand realize Ilove you so -it's somethingthat I do alone!(Think!) It's just a dreamand just a poem...(Peace)
Skin our HeartsWe stillhave muchto learn.In youth,we runand jump,skin our knees,try notto cry,take courage,be brave.As adults,still feel pain -pain of longing,anguishof the spirit,unprepared -we areno betteras we skinour heartsand stumble...What havewe learnedfor yearsin this grim,thankless world?Reaching outfor that lovewhich willnot be returned?What havewe learned?
Soul SongThe song in my soulis long and loudand joyful -Long because it isenduring -loud because it can't helpbut be heard,crashing as a waveon the rocksduringa sultry summer storm-Joyful becauseit is your songand you are inmy soul.The song in my soulis brief and quietand gentle -brief because I haveonly to imagineand you are there-quiet as the whisperof a lover's prayer -gentle as the wordsmurmured in the earof the night...it is your song,the soul song...always with me.
The Last YearIf the last year of my lifebe committed to sorrow,I want to live onthrough all dealings with painso that when I expire,I will not leave regressing,regretting the momentsthat I failed to share.