Barely touching the ground

I am a tree growing up-side down

My crown barely touching the ground

Just enough for little frightened birds

To seek shelter under from the eagles.

I am a tree growing up-side down

My roots securely fastened above.

But it is so far away…

It is unfair, I have realized that now,

Comparing all love to the one I am planted in.

No one will ever live up to it.

Maybe that is why I will always be just a little bit lonely.

They all say I am an Angel…

It rains when I cry; stars come out when I am alone.

Maybe that is why they mistake my leaves for wings.

But I am a tree growing up-side down

And I sprout beautiful flowers in the spring.

Otherwise, why on earth would I be here?

But don’t you realize… when you touch me…

Your touch reaches further than you think

And when you make me cry…

My tears come from somewhere far away…

So be gentle, be kind, and accept that I might always be

Just a little bit lonely… even with your arms around me.

I am a tree growing up-side down

My crown barely touching the ground

Just enough for you to reach

When you stand

on your toes.

An extension of his dream

The rain has merged into solitude

The moon stares straight into dawn

Like a an anchored searchlight.

The wet wind has frozen the lines

Around his unchanged laughter

Reaching for me in his sleep;

An extension of his dream

Searching for a bare shore

 Where troubled waves

Can merge into the familiar crescendo

Of sand and sea.

Borrowed History

We borrowed our history,

collaging it together to create

a more appropriate narrative

where the building blocks

were cut from books we read

and movies we watched together.

We pretended to exist on a plane

where we cast no shadows,

existing only in fragments of time

skipping like a dreamscape

from narrative to narrative.

A heart that loves

A heart that loves

fiercely

breaks

ten times

during a day.

A heart that loves

faithfully

mends

ten times

during a day.

A heart that loves

unconditionally

becomes

a patchwork

of joys

and sorrows

with seams

of glowing stiches

sown together

by the resilient

soul.

Without

the heartbreaks

there would be

no healing,

without

healing

there would be no

glowing seams

uniquely crisscrossing

the living heart.

Still the Love in your Heart

Still the love in your heart, make it real quiet,
So that it doesn’t go to waste.
Throw it not into the chasm of self-doubt.
I am here, your dance partner
On unsolid surface.
We’ll pedal together despite our spindly legs,
We’ll wobble on blessings if we have to
But we’ll never quite aim
for the river bank.