Drifted

I have lost you to the world. It has taken you away and even though I was looking and ready to lock the gate against the assault of new ideas, louder voices, closer ties, I failed.

You have walked forward and into the dawning of the next phase. A momentary remembrance of the songs we once sang have stopped you from saying good bye, but I feel the words in the air.

Oh how I long to lure you back with a witty story, an outrageous joke or even pitiful tears...but I have lost my magic. There is no need to hold my hand...

it is too cold.

Covered

From within a well
of sweltering rage
I find my rhythm to
fly, feel, flow
forward.
I race up
but still
I falter,
sinking
down.

Trapped under
a blanket of despair
holding me in darkness
yet keeping iciness
at bay,
my soul is protected
from the frigid waters
of
indifference.

Painted Turtle

pausing
you rest upon
the damp,gray log
warming in
the sun
raising your head
sharing your serenity
open to my
gaze
but still
hidden
across the bog
beneath your shell

Our life

When the rain is falling
and the stones are wet

If the streets are crowded
with uneven squares

As the laces drag
off the edge
of my shoes

In the darkness
before the alarm

Pressing into sheets
enriched with your
scent

In the stillness before
first breath

I am held
by our life
together

We are held
together
by our life