You whistle when they tell you that you’re not allowed to talk
And dance from place to place because if you can run, don’t walk
Stop your tracks and speech if, say, the sunbeams catch your eye
Other just can’t credit it—and you can’t explain why
Running just to run—there’s nothing quite like it, I swear
Leaping from a cliff to feel the wind whip in your hair
Sitting wrapped in stillness to bid goodbye to a full day
Or gritting your teeth to stick it out when you want to run away
Knowing when to speak and when the time for words is past
Too stubborn to give up a friendship if you can make it last
Dancing and spinning outward if you trust the hand you hold
And playing on the playground though they say that you’re too old
Serenading the crickets and the moon with your guitar
I’ve seen the many halves of you and, I like the ones you are.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Time Bearer
He slowly made his aged way
Towards me. He moved stiffly, leaning
On his staff; his hair was gray
I knew why he came, his appearence meaning
Another year of mine had passed away.
When I was young I strained my eyes
To see him, and it seemed he so slowly came
That a thousand years I lived from sunrise to sunrise.
My summers long, and winters just the same.
And I hardly noticed him in his oddly familiar guise.
But after several years of mine
I'd handed over, to send him on his endless walk,
I noticed that to a faster pace he was inclined
Slightly less eager to pause on his way to talk,
A new hint of sparkle in those eyes that had been blind
And as I danced through the passing years
Which he came faster to collect,
My steps slowed by many joys and tears,
His sped up. I began to suspect
That as my youth faded, his appeared.
As as my hair whitened his turned to wheat.
Steps as elastic as mine were slow,
And now our meetings were bittersweet
As he swiftly on his rounds would go,
My steps as shaken as they once were meet.
At the last I had no fear--
I walked to meet his child's self
To give to him the gift of my last year
And seeing him grasped that there I saw myself
But while mine were mostly blind his eyes, my eyes, were clear.
Towards me. He moved stiffly, leaning
On his staff; his hair was gray
I knew why he came, his appearence meaning
Another year of mine had passed away.
When I was young I strained my eyes
To see him, and it seemed he so slowly came
That a thousand years I lived from sunrise to sunrise.
My summers long, and winters just the same.
And I hardly noticed him in his oddly familiar guise.
But after several years of mine
I'd handed over, to send him on his endless walk,
I noticed that to a faster pace he was inclined
Slightly less eager to pause on his way to talk,
A new hint of sparkle in those eyes that had been blind
And as I danced through the passing years
Which he came faster to collect,
My steps slowed by many joys and tears,
His sped up. I began to suspect
That as my youth faded, his appeared.
As as my hair whitened his turned to wheat.
Steps as elastic as mine were slow,
And now our meetings were bittersweet
As he swiftly on his rounds would go,
My steps as shaken as they once were meet.
At the last I had no fear--
I walked to meet his child's self
To give to him the gift of my last year
And seeing him grasped that there I saw myself
But while mine were mostly blind his eyes, my eyes, were clear.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Foresworn
When death must come before dishonor
This honor bestowed to the unborn
Circumstances and all that follow
Leave only dead, or those foresworn
This honor bestowed to the unborn
Circumstances and all that follow
Leave only dead, or those foresworn
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Like Eagles
The sky in your face
...Horizon at your feet
Hold tight to your courage
...'Lest it try to break
One step only left
...Between the edge and the sky
And yet you will find
...It's a step you must take.
An instant to pause
...A deep breath to take
The catch in your throat
...The rush as you fall
Singing the cold wind
...That pulls at your hair
Your heart in your eyes
...As you give life your all
The hard, jolting pull
...Like the sound of a sail
Feathers unfurling to catch
...The last light of day
And your heart lifts again
...As you rise on the wind
And your wings bear you
...Swiftly away.
Isaiah 40...for they will rise with wings like eagles...they will run, and not be weary...they will walk, and not faint...
...Horizon at your feet
Hold tight to your courage
...'Lest it try to break
One step only left
...Between the edge and the sky
And yet you will find
...It's a step you must take.
An instant to pause
...A deep breath to take
The catch in your throat
...The rush as you fall
Singing the cold wind
...That pulls at your hair
Your heart in your eyes
...As you give life your all
The hard, jolting pull
...Like the sound of a sail
Feathers unfurling to catch
...The last light of day
And your heart lifts again
...As you rise on the wind
And your wings bear you
...Swiftly away.
Isaiah 40...for they will rise with wings like eagles...they will run, and not be weary...they will walk, and not faint...
Friday, September 18, 2009
Silence
Stripped of daylight's harsh conceit
In a lonely world, as I search for proof
That other tired hearts still beat
The pull of the moonlight is bittersweet
Where it flows in a pool above the roof
No soul disturbs the brooding dark
Except by need, or necessity
Only cat's footsteps to remark
As I search for proof that there's a spark
Of others alive in this midnight sea
In a lonely world, as I search for proof
That other tired hearts still beat
The pull of the moonlight is bittersweet
Where it flows in a pool above the roof
No soul disturbs the brooding dark
Except by need, or necessity
Only cat's footsteps to remark
As I search for proof that there's a spark
Of others alive in this midnight sea
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Fugitive Dreamer
I too have felt a fugitive's fear
Terror of footsteps drawing near
A hunter's tread on the forest track
Bid you flee and not look back
'Lest your nightmare should appear
Beating wings and heart's distress
Pulled down to the earth to rest
Hidden deep in leafy mold
Protection not just from the cold
Above the world on the rocky crest
And yet, safety eludes the night
The woods below disgorge a light
Voices thunder from the dark
So sure are they to close their mark
Who silently gasps, shrinks out of sight
The crevice is cold, the wind whips high
Sequestered I hear my guardian die
They swamp the ledge--I hold my breath
Their heavy boots resound with death
One pauses, turns to catch my eye
Chilling fear snatches my breath away
Knowledge that I'll die this day
A single second left to act
Freeze still, my liberty intact,
Compassion, before he turns away
Still shocked to stillness by his eyes
My capture takes me by surprise
Assassin's hand a hammer sledge
Suddenly flung aloft from the ledge
Wings beating frozen starlit skies
Terror of footsteps drawing near
A hunter's tread on the forest track
Bid you flee and not look back
'Lest your nightmare should appear
Beating wings and heart's distress
Pulled down to the earth to rest
Hidden deep in leafy mold
Protection not just from the cold
Above the world on the rocky crest
And yet, safety eludes the night
The woods below disgorge a light
Voices thunder from the dark
So sure are they to close their mark
Who silently gasps, shrinks out of sight
The crevice is cold, the wind whips high
Sequestered I hear my guardian die
They swamp the ledge--I hold my breath
Their heavy boots resound with death
One pauses, turns to catch my eye
Chilling fear snatches my breath away
Knowledge that I'll die this day
A single second left to act
Freeze still, my liberty intact,
Compassion, before he turns away
Still shocked to stillness by his eyes
My capture takes me by surprise
Assassin's hand a hammer sledge
Suddenly flung aloft from the ledge
Wings beating frozen starlit skies
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Immortality
They rode off into the clear midnight
Into the sunrise, into the pouring rain
Towards a hard fight, a quick death
Or a victorious finish; this immortality
Had a hard grip on their souls
Whether for freedom, or true love,
Or the heady rush that only battle brings
Still, whatever the reason, they gave themselves to it
Gave in to fate, stronger than questions
Honor that cannot say no
But thinking, I wonder, did any of them regret…?
The young one, hands toughened but not yet
Stained with blood he has no right to
Looking back from his horse towards
The place he called home, the ones
He leaves for
The old one, bidding farewell to long summer evenings
And masses of laughing grandchildren
Scrambling to climb towering trees he planted
The strong one whose last sight
Was of his wife
Hands caressing the life she carries
Do they regret the path of immortality that
Carries them away?
I wonder how their stories ended
And I wonder how many of them returned
And, of those who did, how many
Decided immortality was worth it
Into the sunrise, into the pouring rain
Towards a hard fight, a quick death
Or a victorious finish; this immortality
Had a hard grip on their souls
Whether for freedom, or true love,
Or the heady rush that only battle brings
Still, whatever the reason, they gave themselves to it
Gave in to fate, stronger than questions
Honor that cannot say no
But thinking, I wonder, did any of them regret…?
The young one, hands toughened but not yet
Stained with blood he has no right to
Looking back from his horse towards
The place he called home, the ones
He leaves for
The old one, bidding farewell to long summer evenings
And masses of laughing grandchildren
Scrambling to climb towering trees he planted
The strong one whose last sight
Was of his wife
Hands caressing the life she carries
Do they regret the path of immortality that
Carries them away?
I wonder how their stories ended
And I wonder how many of them returned
And, of those who did, how many
Decided immortality was worth it
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
One Shot
We only get one shot at this life
Only so many trips around the sun
Too many times to watch the sun set
And wish the day had just begun
A precious few days to take a chance
Only a few chances to take a bow
Tomorrow is the moment for that, right?
But the only one you're promised is right now
Only so many days, even less nights
To wait for the sun to rise again
And pray--thank God for one more day
Of sunshine and laughter and friends
Only so many trips around the sun
Too many times to watch the sun set
And wish the day had just begun
A precious few days to take a chance
Only a few chances to take a bow
Tomorrow is the moment for that, right?
But the only one you're promised is right now
Only so many days, even less nights
To wait for the sun to rise again
And pray--thank God for one more day
Of sunshine and laughter and friends
Friday, February 27, 2009
Sing for You
I want to sing, but know my voice
Is not equal to the task you’ve set
And yet I’ll lift it anyway
Praising with my soul until my
Spirit dances free
To be one note of your joyous laughter
Echoing eternally throughout
The very arch of heaven, where the stars
Rejoice as well
Sometimes I cannot tell if they are shining
Or smiling or simply trying to show
An ugly world that
Though we feel alone, abandoned
Light will reign again
I breath “Amen” and throw my head back
Spread my arms to hold the day inside
But I cannot hide the way the sun
Reflects off of my soul
The joy that you made whole and new
And so
I'll sing for you
Is not equal to the task you’ve set
And yet I’ll lift it anyway
Praising with my soul until my
Spirit dances free
To be one note of your joyous laughter
Echoing eternally throughout
The very arch of heaven, where the stars
Rejoice as well
Sometimes I cannot tell if they are shining
Or smiling or simply trying to show
An ugly world that
Though we feel alone, abandoned
Light will reign again
I breath “Amen” and throw my head back
Spread my arms to hold the day inside
But I cannot hide the way the sun
Reflects off of my soul
The joy that you made whole and new
And so
I'll sing for you
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Lullaby for the Evening
Wake now, little wild thing
The sun has gone to bed, and we
Until the hour of daylight comes
Are loosed to wander free
To wander free, little wild one
To stretch and run, to greet the night
Shake the sleep from you, and then
Give in to your delight
Give in to your lively playfulness
Oh wild one so small
But don’t forget to wander home
When daylight starts to fall
The sun has gone to bed, and we
Until the hour of daylight comes
Are loosed to wander free
To wander free, little wild one
To stretch and run, to greet the night
Shake the sleep from you, and then
Give in to your delight
Give in to your lively playfulness
Oh wild one so small
But don’t forget to wander home
When daylight starts to fall
Friday, January 23, 2009
Midnight Lullabies
Recently I found myself humming this beatiful little melody, so I made words for it and turned it into a lullaby.
Hush now, little love of mine
The night is still young
The moon is still rising, the stars haven't sung
Hush now, little love of mine
The moon lights your face
The night breezes whisper, the stars dance in place
Hush now, little love of mine
Blink the night from your eyes
The stars have all hidden to watch the sun rise
Hush now, little love of mine
The night is still young
The moon is still rising, the stars haven't sung
Hush now, little love of mine
The moon lights your face
The night breezes whisper, the stars dance in place
Hush now, little love of mine
Blink the night from your eyes
The stars have all hidden to watch the sun rise
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Perfect Stranger
This is from sometime this summer...not quite sure when.
A perfect stranger is flawless
As far as you can see
A justifiable perception
When outside reality
A sidelong glance and a cautious smile
Perhaps a quick “hello” after a while
To ease the silence when you meet
And familiarity will bring its flaws
Time counteracts unconcious deceit
Reveals quirks and ready laughter
And I’m happy now because
The perfect stranger became, in the end
No longer a stranger, no longer perfect
But a friend
A perfect stranger is flawless
As far as you can see
A justifiable perception
When outside reality
A sidelong glance and a cautious smile
Perhaps a quick “hello” after a while
To ease the silence when you meet
And familiarity will bring its flaws
Time counteracts unconcious deceit
Reveals quirks and ready laughter
And I’m happy now because
The perfect stranger became, in the end
No longer a stranger, no longer perfect
But a friend
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