If any were to look my direction
You would see me straining to
Touch fair, far off lady wisdom
Her visage but a mystery in my heart
I cannot fathom nor plumb the depths of;
Will anyone help me with the task,
Kill the fear that crowds me in?
You have only to come near and ask.

And so we are ghosts

Trapped within glass

Seen as reflections

Transparent yet there

And the cruel irony –

We do not fly free

When the cage shatters

We simply vanish

As a vapor

Escaping into eternity

In places deep and black

Beneath the surface of it all

The sun never rises

Either you climb out

Or you die in the dark.

Look,

There is the clear blue sky

And the miracle of perceiving it;

This wind,  those golden autumn leaves

And the green, fresh earth

Beneath it all

The nonsense of creation

In all its unlikely brilliance

Is for now, not later, not before

As am I,

As are you,

For when we’re gone

It will be as if we never were.

i invited a poltergeist
to live in my quiet home
and lo did the world become chaos
from that point forward
and i thought to myself
perhaps the home is at fault
the ceilings are not high enough
the windows are too small
and look the floors are bare
they need more carpet
to warm my chilled feet
so i worked from each day
to change from wall to wall
but still things were thrown
but still i was frozen to the bone
but still screams in the night
kept me from my sleep
until finally it occured to me –

i need a new home;
and so we moved
my ghost and i
yet
inexplicably
it continues

When you walk the equator

In the noonday sun

Your shadow hides beneath

And you are bathed in light

On top of your darkness

Now you just need to find a way

To remain in that place

Forever

there is the one
who blinded themselves
to not see the pain
they left in their wake

there is the one
who deafened themselves
to not hear the pain
they left in their wake

are we not all mute
self-designated
and happily wandering our way
as we await the coming of sleep?

give me what i want
whenever i want it
inject it as morphene
and leave me to my stupor…

is this not happiness?

I dropped a stained glass window

The most beautiful ever seen

And I raged for an age at the wreck

Willing deviant time to turn back

But as the pieces glinted up at me

I saw a new thing come together

More beautiful than the first

As light passed through once more

Showing the possibilities

Of taking patient moments

In reconstruction