Mastery of the will
One step at a time
Stopping me from
Suspending rhyme
Unconsious games
Tend to the mind
Leaving all behind
The storyline
Is you
Silver words
Stick to the tongue
Measured in spoons
Of unending love
The only story
To write
Between the sheets
A double edged knife
Prolific dripping
Mesmerized sweet
Not an eye sees
Silent ending
Comfort words
Never reaching
Ears intended
Soft receiving
Still quick wit
Over dining tables
Immeasureable
In the mind
Ink for the quill
Divine
Hannah
Kafka
Lager &
Potatoes
The Song of the Lark
You've made your mark
In the sound
Of my heart
Crinkles in my eyes
Titles by bedside
Sweet things admired
Sleep songs by night
Not here
Everywhere
Still the almond blossom
Showers the path
Trodden so confidently
Staring quietly
Wondering where
The wind will carry
Notes riding rays
Brilliant past noon
Sun and moon
Revolve around
Reminding how many
Gazed longingly
Yet still only they
Capture our looks
While we all
Drift far off
To realms unseen
Friendship is Cicero
Wisdom is Angelou
Who are you?
A place to rehearse
You're the main act
And me
The final encore
The Soiree of life
Captures my breath
Begs for my silence
While your silence is
Thundering away
Bring the house down
Send in the clown
Critical acclaim
Rave reviews
Rooming in
With you
Break the silence
Speak the truth
In love
Seek the truth
Be the love
Dear Sadie
Shy eyes give away
Never a day passes
Longing for a way
Cling to shiny dreams
End of the rope
Smiling through oversized glasses
Spouting pleasantries prettily
Meanwhile mind wanders
Where will I be when
My hair turns silver
Like hers?
Will I be great?
No matter
As long as the day
Shines on me
Be free
Feeling strong again
Climbing mountains
Blazing saddles
Heading back again
Trappers snowbound
Head for the hills
Luscious pelts
Grey smoke feel
Tidbits in brine
Pipe sipped
Port by the fire
Boots steaming dry
Only come in
To stay the night
Weather's feral
All right
These'll fetch
A pretty penny
In a patchwork town
Friday night
Seaside Daisy's
Walking in
Round 'bout half past ten
Never fear, she'll be here
To fill the boots
Of men
Photo by Ben Wilkinson, Wilkography.com
Speech is silver
Silence is golden
We are all pockmarked by the scars of things that should have been otherwise, the way the moon bears the craters of collisions in space that it could do nothing to avoid.
My Year of Living Vulnerably, Rick Morton
Count the stars of heaven 