Beloved

an old, old poem ... gathering things I'd forgotten about.

 

Beloved

Beloved heart,
full yet so vulnerable,
adrift with emotions
alive in the eye but never heard.

Beloved soul,
restless with might.
Overwhelming tenderness
cloaked in opaque resolve.

Beloved mind,
inspired and elegant,
intense with breathtaking clarity ;
an intricate tapestry of endless proportion.

Beloved man,
simply flesh and blood.
Fellow traveler down this road;
sharer in the ultimate dream.

The Journey

The Journey

We set off with the sunrise,

dew laden breezes brushing our cheeks;

flying past those who like statues

in silence observe

the passing of our foolish innocence

as the miles fly our feet.

Weighed down with bundles of

dreams and hopes tied close with strings,

under the sun we race forward.

Each trial an adventure;

each trail a wearing

as the miles mark our feet.

And when, with the twilight, we arrive,

we mourn the loss of

ties that have fallen along the way

on our path to wisdom;

and we look back in longing at

the miles under our feet.

Summer of our Youth

Summer of our Youth

When we were young

we picked our way
along pebbled paths
and tall, early summer grass,
still green and soft from Spring.
On days when the creek swelled
and tadpoles swarmed,
slipping through our fingers,
we waded onto smooth stones,
slick with growing things,
thick with life that squished
through the spaces between
our sun browned toes.
We felt alive and brilliant;
we felt free and unafraid
and the adults were far behind
around the bend, out of sight -
forgotten, and we,
explorers of the great unknown.

Poem

A Rockstar’s Soliloquy

Follow, play the game.

Let go, tame is lame.
Life’s a foe we’re born to shame;
Burning at both ends.
                         

Shape you, surgeon’s tool.

Take you, paint you cool.
Fame’s flame taunts the thirsty fool;
Burning to an end.
 

You know you love me,

Feel I make you free.
Golden mask is all you see;
Burning for our end.

Together we soar,

Always craving more.
As you fall you glimpse the whore;
Burning till the end.

Don’t cry, dry your eyes.
In the end we die.
Trust me; trust me I’m a lie.
Burning for a mend.