I’ve been driving too much for my own good lately.
I can't decide if its healthy to take the truth home.
That’s where they say the heart is,
wherever I’m with you.
One day there will always be mornings with you
Light and laughter and warmth and sun pressing on through the curtains
Your sleepy sideways smile as you fold me in
Fingers entwined and the whisper of lips on my forehead
I want to wake with you
In every sense of the phrase
Fluttering eyelashes and firefly hearts
The light of our love illuminating galaxies we've never seen
Let's stay up too late and wake up too early
The clink of your toothbrush in the glass beside mine
Bare feet on cold tile and coffee in cups passed from my hands to yours
Kisses and laughter and love you for always
Your skyline might look like the stars ignited
In the heat of a million beating hearts racing the dark
Becoming a brightness broken by buildings so tall they disappear
Your skyline might look like star shine on red rocks
So bright that when you stand before dawn and God with a camp mug in your hands,
The Milky Way can practically cream your coffee
I’m certain I don’t know
But I believe in imagination,
and sometimes believing is seeing.
This brook mirrors heaven and it knows how to sing
The stones we skip birth a tip-toed web of constellations
Light as lips breathing secrets on autumn air
Dancing and dizzy till the weight of wonder swallows them whole
Moonlight spills soft and heavy on the precociousness of these promises
Sweet as warm milk and honey
Poured from a polished porcelain pitcher
With a nick in its neck and those painted petals
Love me now and love me knots
My garden blooms for bare feet alone
In the cradling arms of mystic meadows and missteps
I wish I couldn’t see through you
The greedy little hands of water reach like lovely longing
Beguile each beam till they tangle together
Igniting a druzy drizzle of refracted light
Brighter than stars, this moment will be
As you were and as you are
Close your book on my questions
Till they are pretty-pressed and sweet forever
Light as lips breathing secrets in buttercup breaths
When your yesterdays fall from the pages,
Remember me in kaleidoscope color
Like moonbeams on the babble of brook stones
Like petals pinwheeling to our feet
Like perfect painted porcelain pieces
Like always was a place we were.
Blooming like the blush of early skies
I sat cross-legged in the meadow we made
Bare feet and that old floral dress
I strung a necklace from the beads of dew
I painted my cheeks the sweet rose of skies
Played make believe that you were there
Poured a cup of tea in chipped china
Sipped slowly while daytime sunk soft behind the gloried green hills
In the sheer golden nonsense
Of falling suns and rising stars
Of beating hearts
Born from the fiery dust
Of that very same light,
I see you.
I wish I hadn’t, but I’m glad that I did -
I couldn’t trust your truths.
If it matters to matter,
Your grain of sand is always a jewel to me.
I still send secrets through your ribcage
Prison my pieces with your heart
You safeguard my sense where you left me
Empty-handed by the water, tangled madly in gray.
I wish that I could remember those sunrises without you.
The sandy grit of shattered shells imprinting on my thighs, leaving puckered empty hollows, begging my body to remember the slow violence of their brokenness.
The blood orange sun flowing forth from indigo seas like a baby’s crowning head.
Some painful birth, or a canvas flowering beneath a brush plucked from a box of paints, and I wonder if there is even a difference.
The coffee is cold by the time you pull yourself out.
Enough time for me to fall soundly asleep to the hush-a-bye curling songs of water and shores.
If you wait long enough, warmth will fade from just about anything.
But as lucky as a greening copper penny gummed to the sidewalk,
Light always seems to find tomorrow.
We let the wildflowers grow
Lace in soft mountain air
Sipping wine on the wooden swing
You leapt and laughed
Brassy brightness in old oak arms
Clinging to the creaking cicada songs
Auspicious and alight
Do you remember what happened next?
Palming and praying
Over bodies of broken bark
Perfect in growth and fractures
You were not so far away.
Light freckling in branches and breezes
Do you know how to pray?
This is how I say amen -
One foot in front of the other.
Steadily straying towards
Divergent threads parsing snowy pines
I saw the hearth
I saw the peak
I chose to climb
That’s what I love most about art. There is truth with no answers. It’s all in the seeking.
Where silence excavates each exhalation
I touch these canyon walls
Breathe in the echoes and earth
Speak aloud the goodbye I've already said
Strength was something I had earned
In carefully measured doses
Medicine for a maker
Warming my insides until sundown arrived
I wasn't still because I couldn't keep up
I was only still learning why you spend your whole life running away
When you never turned around
I matched your pace cross the compass rose and ran
Your mirror is already breaking babe,
and your love's light is just the same -
A halfhearted reflection from a waning crescent moon,
When I deserve the sun.
- Your pace isn't peace and neither is she.
Tomorrow is the first place I fell.
Hand me storied stitches in tangles of yesterdays
Brittle frays with bitten ends
Arrange this graveyard in families of forevers
Nothing but names to remember us by
The laughter isn't lost on me
In these silken seams that shouldn't be
Unhinge infallible from its rust-ransomed frame
Easy come and easier go
Faith was a slip knot tied round my waist
The farther I felt, the tighter the twist
Weave wild and wonder at the monsters I made
As you split me to shattered, I sang
The littlest lullaby I could remember
Between the scorch-earth sting
Of your ignition triggers and my thundering resolve
Grasp my gasp in a white knuckled fist
Today the floor I hit taught me to stand.
Abacus rings on the maples
Wishing years would just unwind
Sweet world and sun tea
Growing one in kind
I don't know who you are but you feel familiar
I would like to memorize each movement
Fold them into hazy happy days
Let them grow wild and slow in my palms with each melded moment
I don't know who you are but the space between us is lined with light
There is something here beaconing my footfalls forward
Coax me in and draw me close,
I want to fathom this flutter could be more than I've felt
It's nice to meet you.
The middle of nowhere is the center of joy
Climb the stairs on an honest day
Reach the roof and sit to stare
For just a little while, for just us two
The junipers and sagebrush mill about
Their soft sounds weaving canopies
Around the twinkle of crickets and birdsong
The sharp smell of soil, a circle of arms
Your warmth and these sunbeams soaking into my skin
Kiss the places I forgot to love today
The wild meadows and the whispering mountains
Draw each drop of caution clean from my blood
Simmering summer sunsets
Radiant and reckless
I’ll find myself here, lost in your gaze
You draw me in outside of the lines
I’ll find a flower from each field of forever
Softly sew their sweet stems
The petals of each pasture are butterfly wings
Far more fearless than fragile.
Take me to your hiding place
Where warm honey softly turns in trees
We are a golden grove of autumn aspen
Our braided roots some ancient arterial atlas
Trace these tributaries till you touch
Where sun spills sweet over me
The forests we have shouldered
Will alight in a daze of ardent reverie