con mucho gusto

no more LOST ONES,

no more BROKENNESS.

i am not walking the hospice halls of my heart any longer

I DESERVE A MAN WHOSE LIFE IS CHRIST

and i saw you… with joy in your eyes…

i dearly desire that light.

Nice to meet you. I think we’re meant to

speak.

Could I

take you out to eat?

who doesn’t?

the purest energy, the jitters of possibility

who doesn’t?

I hear that song and shake my head, the

glitter catching in my eyes

who doesn’t? 

each sunrise taunting me with its time, I

have already decided so many things, after one glimpse

hope is dangerous, love even deadlier

caution to illness and sorrow and loneliness –

you are all on death row, I’ve realized my hope –

and it feels so sudden, but

i want to fall in love again

 

Who doesn’t?

 

 

a prerequisite to springtime

i see a beautiful tree, leaves

tumbling from its boughs

outstretched limbs, relief in letting go

a burden never meant to carry

alone.

 

she lets the breeze

borrow the load;

she lets the river

carry off her sorrow.

 

each crumbling memory

no longer rooted in pain

an autumn death which

brings renewal and

new breath.

Peace in storms

What kind of lightness is now set into my soul

Where a store of chaos has fallen from its hole?

I crammed in every if and dream

The nightmares singing their trancelike screams…

Now, exposed, they all flood out;

A waterfall of wasted doubt.

Why die to tame the lightning and wind?

Why not instead bind the star within

I cannot control where the air-fire strikes

But my heart? It is mine.

And it shall do as I like.