An Angelic Presense

Somewhere
between living and dying,
fall and spring,
morning and night,
waking and sleeping,
silence and noise,
together and apart,
haunted and visited,
are so many words...
unspoken
blocked behind this
wall of silence
you filled my dreams
with promises of forever.
breathing in
and waiting to exhale,
there is a place
only you can reach.
yet, my bed is clearly
occupied by only
One.
as shadows dance,
the lights go out-
i am trapped in the haze.
i am lost in
the maze...
one-eyed and crawling
into the place
where you are-
where nothing is everything
that I could hope for
in silent prayers.
from all the dawns
and moons gone by,
I'd chose lazy Sundays...
ruby-red entrancement
when the ache you lathered
rang strong and sweet.
I'll hold it tight to my breast
to infuse
your breath with mine.
once drawing precisely
its ghost to my lips
to sample yours.
you whisper
and pull me to you
i watch your eyes
crystal and almost clear-
i catch you in my breath...
scarlet kindle retrieved-
the way your eyes
lit bonfires in my heart,
and the heat of it
dancing across the desert of my longing...
in a place where you can start
all over again-
tomorrow...
in a place of hope.

Ah Spooning...Part 2

I turn in early these days
so I can meet my lover there
in peaceful slumber
where the responsibilities of life
do not beckon me

I meet His presence there
coming to me while I sleep
our passion unbridled
And our love quickly becomes deep

I hate morning's light
it comes too soon
it takes me from my lover's
embrace as we spoon

I want to sleep the afternoon away
just to reconnect with His love
His body and soul
His fragrance lingering
how I miss it so

I am desperate to see His face
one glimpse into those green eyes
Even if it is but a dream
I want to see myself in His eyes

He is wonderful
He is good
He is gentle
He is strong
He is beautiful inside and out
He is forgiving

From birth
He Knows me
He Holds me
There is love no doubt

In brilliant light of slumber
and in my dream I AM His love
Why must I be so enamored?
Why so captive?
It is bittersweet now
This irony of loving
One you can not see

Meant to be?
Maybe only in dreams
I can see His face...
If a sleep do not wake me

Let me sleep
So that I may be
in my lover's arms again

Let me sleep.
Do not wake me
For life's reality will beckon me
Back to where I do not want to be
Let me sleep...

Ah...Spooning

Goose bumps rising
I pulled up the blanket
no actually, it was really
that coffee stained down comforter
from those cold mornings
spent in bed carefree,
talking,
laughing,
watching as the coffee spilled.

Now these coffee stains mock me...

In those days
time was unhurried
days when you meant everything
but now I live without you
no spooning for warmth
at night
no more you and me
those invisible imperfections
are in the comforter hall of fame
love stained
remembrance observed
from those wonderful cold mornings
when time stood still.

Now these coffee stains mock me...

He could have been yours, you know,
images of you,
gathering your robe
from beside the bed
to go for coffee---

a new love has come
it was meant to be
that we met
and My Lord is one
I will never forget,
Soft, beautiful eyes
my days could be so different
yet destiny intervened
I've smiled alot
I've cried much
I have to let the other go
not that I want to say goodbye
it is what is...

Now these coffee stains mock me.

He could be yours, you know
Standing there,
watching the sunset over the lake
for a moment feeling
carefree and whole again
but the phone rings..
always the phone
then suddenly
you bounded away.

Now these coffee stains mock me...

I am left alone
with someone missing
so for now these chilly Fall morns
are mocking me
knowing this Winter
there will be no spooning
for warmth
or cuddling for love's sake.

I wrap myself tightly
in a cocoon
made by My Lord
there beneath my skin
Spirit quickening
where the nights begin an
new affair
with His Spirit.

Ah spooning...

Time is the New Poverty

I reach out
to let you know
you are not alone.

I am soil, fertile, deep, open.
Tears breaking through me
the way frozen rivers open in Spring.

Rivers of reaching...
Rivers of yearning...

floating to sleep
on a surging tide of loneliness
the River swelling in my heart
as I sit here to write
the River flows out of my fingertips
as they glide over the keys of this keyboard
turning the tears
into words on this monitor screen.

The words become a bridge
across the abyss
between your heart and mine
my heart knocks on the door of my mouth
I want to speak of my pain
I feel so fragile, alone.
my soul needs
intimacy,
expression,
touch,
replenishing solitude.

My words come
as a slowing arriving letter to you
I need...
days that are sweet and a slow ceremony
hiking a mountain path
where the very air has nourishment-
leaves crunching underfoot
as the Fall season taps on summers window
the voices in the wind whisper
is anybody listening?

Groping to comprehend life
beyond the economic necessities
of being a mind for hire
a body in motion.

I want to walk slowly
as if I am a person free of regrets
free of worries about what might be
or might have been...
Yet, for the world I walk too slow
and speeding along I'm left behind.
Those moments only match
the pace of busyness all again.


I have been living a divided life,
caught too often
unprotected and unprepared
in the face of too much happening
too often.

I sat alone
with the Lord to ask..
Why are you jealous?
He replies:
"I am jealous
because I LOVE you,
and Satan has never shown you
even on tiny tittle
of this love
and yet I have done
everything
because of that love
I have for you...

Yes YOU~
but you chase the love which
lays in wait to ensnare you
and I died to set you free
yet you know not of THAT love.
Will you rest awhile with me
Come sit with me
in the coolness of the morn
and listen to the songbird sing
of Freedom...

Listen for my voice
it speaks to your heart of my love
Observe all around you this crisp day
Watch as the season changes
and the leaves fall to the ground

their covering cast off
to stand naked before me
barren
with roots running deep
waiting for the returning
of Spring..
Return to Me
Sit alone
in Silence with me.

But you would not
for you are so rich
no need for me
who have given my all for you.
This is my jealousy
And I shall send amongst you
The winters son
that you may know my voice
its warmth...
That you might return in time
to Me.

Time is the new poverty.