The Space Between Us – poem

Mind the space, so long endured,
it’s best for our protection.
I hope it’s true, for if it’s not
a thousand loves have I betrayed.

Look closer, dear,
a voice it sings as if it was a lullaby.
But if I heed it may become
the lure of my demise.

In fear, we come together
seeking a place of refuge.
In fear, we keep the space
lest our refuge become our captor.

The moments of sweetness
so easily discarded
when danger calls from
the abyss between the two.

Do not push away love’s hand
in punishment for what it cannot give.
Together, we bypass the gap
which is as deep as it is old.

Forget the chasm
so jaded with angry dreams.
Our fear is empty-handed.
Love’s hand has room for the other.

From Strange Words

Silent Like Sleep – poem

You appear by my side,
silent like sleep.
Soft hair, a little wild.
No fear, gentle like a calm river.

I turn and catch your gaze,
before you have time to look away.
Your eyes are searching inside mine.
Perhaps, they are mine.

More than nakedness,
for there is no cover to take.
The fire in your eyes
is ringed with water; wide and cool.

We are far from the brutal place,
but you do not think so.
You take my hand
and disappear like you were never there,
except that I am now somewhere else.

From Strange Words

Can You Not Remember? – poem

When did this brutality grow?
Can you not remember?
Go back to the place where you left that man dying.
This time you must bring him back with you.

I see you in my dreams.
Your face is edged with battle.
I touch your forehead from a distant land.
Settle, settle, peace, peace.

The Earth glare is so bright.
It washes the white memory from your mind.
Have you forgotten that
we come from the same place?

You are looking for something,
demanding to be found.
Make your way back from that broken land.
Return from that empty place.

There is nothing there for you.
It holds a million shadows.
There are no friends there.
Settle, settle, peace, peace.

It is warmer here.
Can you see the light?
Trust it.
It is safe.

It has lived a long time.
It has seen much more than you.
You fight a demon that you once knew
but the demon is already slain.

And from the corner of your eye,
you will see the scattered,
sacred fire reform again.
Settle, settle, peace, peace.

From Strange Words

 

The Great Death – poem

I stood at the back of the funeral room.
Very still.
Black dress. Black coat.
It’s cold.

Purposely alone.
Ears closed.
Not wanting to hear
the tirade of sweet lies.

Did they not know you were already dead?
I think they did.
They walk with the dignity
of a funeral crowd into the tea room.

I can see them chatting
happily through the window.
“What a fantastic guy he was.
Cheese or meat sandwich?”

I sit outside, next to you.
No one can see. No one bothers to look.
Sinking to fresh earth,
I ask you why you did that to yourself.

Why did you cling to that
which fed you a slow poison?
Why did you betray that
which was guard to your soul?

There is no reply.
The words get taken by the chill wind.
You cry in your sleep.
The tears are gone by morning.

The sadness is not this death.
You are not even dead.
You are just over there.
The sadness is the other death.

The death that doesn’t end.
The one that follows behind,
ever-present with its
grey, hollow touch.

Walk a bit further.
There is a different land not far away.
The people in it have the magic
to break the icy fingers of the great death.

I hear you don’t even have to pay.
You do, however, have to find their door.
And it is only found by those
who pay the other price.

From Strange Words – A Book of Poetry