December 2017

Last time I 'just ran with it'
I ended up running away from home
Running away from those who cared
Running towards shining lights
Of a city I didn't want to live in
And now that I've had my time resting these splinted legs
I wonder if true love isn't about running
I wonder if love is meant to be gentle
A peaceful walk, hand in hand
Stopping to skip the rocks along your path
Surely, love isn't a sprint
I believe it is much, much more lasting than that

November sometime, 2017

Softly, oh softly
With your messy eyes
Comb through mine
With your gentle sighs
On your honey lips
Drop my name
Touch my mind
Say sweet things
Softly, oh softly

By the morning
We might lose the feeling
Of static in the dark
So keep this connection
The beat of our hearts

Mind

december 5, 2017

My mind is like a river
Swirling, frothing, plunging
Over rocks and rapids of emotion vs. objectivism
Pushing and playing with the wavering branches of ideas
Which are embedded in the pebbly sand below
Til it breaks free, tumbling in interpretations
Between two boulders, a leaf floats lazily in a circle
Repeating the path it has seen
Along the bend of memories, peat moss grows
Soft and forgiving
Light sparkles on the flicking droplets of curiosity
And the brook breaking off sings of hope downstream

A river is not what it was a month ago
The water flowing on its path
you may never meet again
Through years, course changes with ecosystical shifts
Yet the river is the same river
The one you can spend your summers in
Like the child in you once did
This river is home

December, 2017

I want to share all about me with you
To see a sparkle of wonder in your eyes
That you yourself recognized

But I must tread softly, oh softly
For this heart has been handled
And to look in your face
Might tug at heartstrings
That haven't yet been restitched