Monday, May 25, 2009

The Gravity of Infinite Possibility Subdues Day

We wake in judgement.

Dream drains
down sheets,
drowned by rays.

The gravity of infinite
possibility subdues days.

Idle hours press us to legislate solitude
with the rigorous precedent of distraction.

Forever drawn.
                          Unable to sprint
                          or spread wings
                          to soar above.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

I Am the World's Thrum



I


A child in
a thrall of mirrors
cries,
"There is so
many of me!"


Dance and
know I am you,
brethren.

This song
catches
our breath.



II



Not all lass's
'round Lanark
fall for a boy
named James


And hair
won't always
rain sheets
thick and
shiney
from my head.


Our hearts beat
down temporal
doors
To dry
"this too will pass"
tears.....


I ask
for no more
than to sing
this beating.


Thursday, May 14, 2009

To Explore Without Breaking

To gently stroke a face
and speak words
which reveal a world
of strange bonds
that set free.

Where we explore
without breaking.