holding

we could not hold on to time,
its moments fleeing like mist, like dreams.
we could not hold on to our thoughts,
they changed like leaves
carried away by the wind.
so we held on to each other,
unconcerned about leaves or seasons.
we knew our embrace would not outlast time
but we were happy for each moment.


2/26/2018

myst of dawn

in the not quite light
the predawn mists mingled
with the shadows of the trees
hinting at today's possibilities while
the winds whispered of yesterday's dreams.
we shivered together,
children of the uncertainty.
will we dance today?
will the sun appear to warm us?
each day began like this
and we faced each day together;
flower and earth.


10/3/1991

dust and ashes

when all is said and done,
are we no more than the remnants
of last night's fire?

may the soft winds
fan yet one more spark
that i may burn a little longer;

that i may see the flame
sparkle again in your laughing eyes,
that i may once more warm your heart.

and when the fire is finally gone,
take my dust and my ashes
and without sadness or regret,
give them to the wind.


9/30/1991

love will not return

love will not return to a cold heart
anymore than leaves to a winter tree.
outstretched arms, like branches 
silhouetted against a night sky,
embrace only the wind.

in the Spring the snows will melt,
the trees will bud and flourish.
but what of love
and the cold heart?

9/29/1991

paths

i returned to a decision unmade
and marvelled at my earlier confusion.
it seems so clear now.
having found a path on solid ground
i set about walking.
the direction no longer mattered.

to the right lay the path of least resistance.
to the left, the path less travelled.
at either end, a door not yet opened
but no longer locked.


9/24/1991

our dreams

our dreams were too big to hold
so we sent them out
to become the stars in the sky.
and even though the daylight would hide them,
we couldn't wait for nightfall
and a chance to dream again.


9/20/1991

which is...

which is the greater sadness,
that beauty is taken from us
or that we ignore its presence?


12/21/1997

between

between "now"and "then"          

lies both future and past.          

and we decide which way we will travel.          

12/14/1997                                                       

caution

caution is an old, dark cloud

that seeks to block the light

glinting in youthful eyes.

how much glow remains then?

all the roads long forgotten,

the choices not made;

were they ever really there?

12/11/1997

tears

in silence i cried.
in darkness i saw the silver tears,
the emptiness of a heart once full.
once innocent.
now, scattered about the room,
pieces of a life let go
and moments locked in memory.


12/8/1997