
we take the steps one by one,
stone by stone,
inch by inch,
struggling to reach the top
or clumsily landing at the bottom–
but it is the climbing,
the effort,
the pregnant promise of the actual moment
that will light the way

we take the steps one by one,
stone by stone,
inch by inch,
struggling to reach the top
or clumsily landing at the bottom–
but it is the climbing,
the effort,
the pregnant promise of the actual moment
that will light the way

your thorns only add to your beauty

imagine her stepping silently in robes of violet velvet,
amid stone hallways and green gardens,
her heart pulsing through the ages,
in me and perhaps in you–
alive and well


and then what happened?
i’m not sure, that’s all i remember…
(taking a small break, will see everyone next week, be safe and well)

you are long dead,
but my sorrow lives

i search for safe docking,
while the ropes are still strong enough to hold us

there are times,
when one small part of a story
is all that really needs to be told

i tied happiness to my soul
and let it lift me
gently above the storm

solitude has a very particular sound

the beauty of decay and neglect
can sometimes bring the comfort
of peace and acceptance