do you have a moment
or two
to read some lines with me
I want to hear
what the poet meant
when he said
“Oh, how I crave thee”
and if it’s not asking
far too much
could we read
some more
I’d love to hear
“how I need thee”
and maybe a bit more
always something there
why is it I think of you at inopportune times
not just when the chips are down
but on sunny days when I see your face in the clouds
the song on the radio is too obvious
I can turn that off
but there is no turning away from my cup of tea
and the color of your eyes therein
nor can I pretend not to see
that couple at the grocery picking out fruit
so I walk quickly outside
greeted by a warm gush of air like yours in the morning
karaoke at the party would have been your gig
reading in the library was ours
so there is truly nowhere
where you and I did not visit
a rainy day alone is the closest to peace I have
since solitude was foreign with you
and grey was not in your oeuvre
Roiling Seas
are there still dreams not taken
do some possibilities remain
or are we swirling in our own defeated waters
never to breathe fully again
was there ever really a time
I believed the world was mine
or have I always been swimming against the current
waiting in vain for some sort of sign
can you feel the troubles ahead
taste the change in the breeze
will you ride the waves of rolling grace
rising above roiling seas with me
awake
what a shame
I had to awaken today
after the most exquisite dream
I could not tell where we were
just sensations, warm breezes
if I close my eyes now
I will not be at this desk
but rather in a sea of blankets
with you
and only the moon
to light our way
river of ink
trusting you
to take me away
keep me sane
hold my thoughts
you’re catching my tears
with the notes
making an ink stained mess
no matter
the thoughts look now
how they felt inside
there’s a river
moving swiftly
with my words
you won’t be able to avoid them all
but I’ll let you distract me
with your eyes
telling stories
outside my head
visiting yours
a new view
for me to see
I forget now
why I cried
when it’s all so terribly
wonderful
I was right
to trust in you
The Word Rummager 