The tree does not base
The depth of her love
For the Earth on
The weather.
The tree does not base
The depth of her love
For the Earth on
The weather.
And some come into your life to see
The aftermath.
To see you exhausted and easily startled.
They do not know you are spent from fighting.
From being strong for so long.
But you know,
You know.
You will speak again
When you are ready my darling.
Until then be at ease
With peace.
Breathe and see yourself.
You have to remind yourself,
It is only the echo.
It.
Is.
Only.
Echos.
The past is the past.
some kind of change
some kind of skin shedding
some kind of outgrowing the old
is going on
Blushing.
Feeding the yearning.
Tears of desire
Sustain soul flowers growing,
Reaching for heaven.
Envelope love, my love.
Our
Hearts ecstasy
Overflowing.
The north wind always finds its way
Into my bones
Demanding me
Return
Home.
The first chord
And I am taken back
To days
Gone by.
Mamma cooking in the kitchen with
Her favorite apron on.
Her cheeks rosie
And heart full.
Dad sitting back on the couch,
A big grin on his face.
Christmas records playing.
And laughter echoing
Through our
Tiny trailer insulated in snow.
Neighbors, friends and family crammed in every nook
As we celebrated
The holiday season.
(cigarette smoke filled the air and alcohol flowed amidst the peaceful chaos)
We could not help but touch for there
Was no room to hide.
We did not have much
But we had each other.
Ups and downs,
Good and bad.
We wore our love without shame.
Our humanness on the inside reaching out.
Pulling each other through the endless
Cold winter nights.
Each of us our own shade of light
Together creating a beacon to keep
Warm.
We magnified each others hearts with love.
She could not find her way out of
The darkness.
She heard you calling,
Trying to guide
Her here and there.
But she could not decipher the language you Spoke.
And the paths.
Everyone constructs different paths,
Different maps.
And she does not understand them.
Their rules of speed and design.
When she is just herself.
She tries and tries to
Stay the course
But she ends up off the road
Muddy and beaten.
In shambles.
All they do is stare
And forget.
But I am still here.
Unseen.
You would be quite
Mistaken
To read him like any other poem or prose
For his depths remain
Unexplored,
Mysterious.
You will quite possibly get lost
In your
Misinterpretation
Of his
Other worldly heart and mind.
You,
Left roaming and famished for more
Of someone you
cannot explain.
Looking up through the trees
I am reminded
Heaven
Never leaves.
It pains me to know
That most mornings,
When you wake up,
You wish you
Had not.