a rose

yesterday

i picked a rose that wasn't mine.

it wasn't the first time.

the rose was for

a love too far away.

i placed it then

on the place where now she lay.

Piper

footprints and shadows

the Others told us
our lives were memories,
footprints and shadows,
mostly illusion. 

what have we done?
they asked,
what deed or thing will outlast us?

we didn't know how to answer
so we left them in their caves
and wandered into the meadow

leaving only footprints and shadows,
memories,
to mark the way.


4/24/1991

the distance between us

in the daytime we would walk
ever searching
reaching out across the void

at night our dreams
were filled with travel
not to places
but to our moments together

until finally we found a place
where we were no longer aware
of the distance between us.


3/19/2011