When I got the call 

It cracked me open

And slowly a light could seep in 

 

Learning to gather 

The fragmented scatters

So they can begin again each day like the sun 

 

The beauty in a bud a cocooning 

Until it hurts to stay bound 

It’s harder to stay hidden 

When part of you is ready to be found 

Unfold the tight hands 

The iron and stone you’ve built 

are becoming blades of grass

 

Only feel a sting 

Then feet can sing 

as they dance on top

Of the leaves that fell away 

So the blossoms can have their moment 

The shining hour of their day

 

Their sweet perfume is wasted 

When trapped 

Safe maybe 

But a pity just the same 

Not to share their birthright 

And their brief magic 

 

 

water is formless and 

yet it hardens if

its cold enough and theres no sun

stays that way until it comes

 

I think I know, but how

does rain decide to pool or shall

it dry and let us wonder while we

watch the clouds part and greet

a sparrow who takes a branch away with him 

 

Wonder how I missed the moment I shall,

only blink and then its evaporated and we

have tried to gather it all up but not

all of it is without dread

underestimated time and him

 

 

I wont hold it in my hand but shall,

I just let it fly away? the wet bird and I, we,

wait watching not 

seeing exactly when fear 

took a drier form with him 

 

wont remember it so detailed after 

yet I take in with my sense so 

I wait a time so lengthy 

it isn’t measured on a

clock, the kind of moment you’re lost in session

seems to slip and mesh with

all the hours in the day reduced to sun and to shade

sweet synchronicity brought me to you 

Ocean water gathered in my eyes

A shadow dance took over the moon 

Slow motion turning and twisting in the sky

 

Eternity passed through irises 

A staring contest 

We both could win 

Unnecessary embraces 

Released what was sealed within 

 

Dancing in the grocery store 

a night in Paris in your living room 

hands wrapped around Rose-quarts one yours one mine

Grounding us as we walked in their resting place 

Four corners shifted to circle us in the earth. fire. water. wine. 

 

Did I hear spirits whispering 

Songs in the wind-chimes 

Did I hear my ancestors crying

Begging me not to bring you back with me next time 

 

Roads not taken 

but still you keep a map 

Just Incase 

I’ll still be there 

 

Rosy hands waiting 

Eyes full of everything 

Open hearted