The cadence of your soul

Your heart was like a forest lake
Pulling into it the summer night.
Your mind was like a grove
Of fir trees kneeling
Before the shadow-spirited fell.
The cadence of your soul
Was like a vein of sea
Too far inland to bother
About storms.
Your dreams were like the quiet whoosh
Of willows
On the heaven-scraping moors
In spring.
But your face…
Your face has been made invisible
By the transparent blue fog
Of time and distance.
Thank God, that was the most
Insignificant part
of who you were.

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The softest human touch

There is a strange nudity
In your secrets,
Like something waiting
In the shadow of tall weeds,
Climbing into kitchen windows
Where old couples
Decipher the songs
Of the wind.
In wet leaves braided
With black veins
And the scent of overripe apples
Scattered in the old garden.
Even the blue lawn seat
Shows signs of those gentle caresses.
But the softest human touch
Is the silence of inarticulate love
While you wait for
The right words.

The Geography of you and me

We can look at each other
From both sides now;
Letting the distance between
The me in you and the me in me
Soften us.
Knowing so perfectly
Each other’s geography,
We can pause to stay comfortable
In each other’s silence,
Leaving the lights to burn
All through the night.

Without You

Without you
I’ve got a weightless heart,
Letting winds change my way.
I am like a bird above the sea,
Always on my way home.

Plant me in soil,
Anchor me at sea
I will drift,
Without you…

Without you
I am a prayer without direction,
A country without coordinates,
My only compass made up
of debris from a memory of you.

Plant me in soil,
Anchor my at sea
I will drift,
Without you…

Without you
I am a barren paradise,
A colorless dream…

Plant me in soil,
Anchor my at sea
I will drift,
Without you..
Without you…