My proper amount of loving has holes in the sides
From windows to the sea to eyes of the sky
And when little birds come to see what all the commotion is about
A song will emanate so warmly
Soft hand will come out as a lover
To speak kind words in private
And let me know how simple life has all become
Since a proper amount of loving has been found in this world.
Month: July 2016
My Chest (day 1889)
All the innocence has just left my body
Angels wilting as sunflowers
Along roads striped in yellow
Blue skies dotted with white exclamation points
Into dreams I’m trying to fall back into
On a hazy morning bed
With a slight smell of campfire
Tinglin’ my nostrils
And a ladybug slowly crawling
Six legs at a time
Across the roof to cannonball onto my chest
Benevolent Symbol (day 1887)
In the passages of my time
I am the benevolent symbol
Laid into seams that easily stretch
From nether regions of
An angry personage
To crispy green crunches
Of fresh Sunrise apples;
Delicate fingertips as I dance merrily
With sunbeams casting minute details
Into consciousness’ unrelenting path.
And if gods were ever here
It was an idle truth,
A crass gesture,
I’ve seen their footprints muddling midday shores
High tide, low tide
Stomping children’s little castles.
Come and get my open arms
My roots are in your hair
My hands are on your hips
My high is for your low
And I am feeling tongue tied.
Torture My Soul (day 1886)
Torture my soul until I die a giant death
Collapsing at the feet of your heart
And I entrust my nuances
To your jangled calling
While encircled and entangled
By your thick leather harness
So that my lonely crawling can stir
What matters most
To the woman you’ve bloomed to be
Cape Breton Highlands (day 1885)
With skies so blue
Red sand view
I know I’ve hit the shores
Northumberland, ahoy!
Northumberland Strait!
A mighty treacherous way
Along Cabot Trail
Where lighthouses glare
And waves roar
As sea meets up with sky
So big and wide
Fishing boat’s pride
And every Cape Cod proudly shingled galore.
Now hold yer hat tight
As you step out into
The winds blowing so fierce
And remember now
Cape Breton’s pride
Will sing you all a good night.
Ode to a Cresting Wave (day 1884)
As I look out
I see you there
Playing amidst such full swells
A liar so dangerously deep
Just out of reach
And here I am in dream.
You shall be
For my clear eyes
Dark dream upon my brow
For when wind blows
And my eyes close
You are forever, my flutter.
This Shall Be the One (day 1883)
In all the battles I seek to shine
This shall be the one
This shall take my hand and glow
This shall be the one
In every corner I stare upon
This shall sway my voice
This shall be my saving grace
This shall sway my voice
In all the windows I look out from
This shall find my sun
This shall be my simple tree
This shall find my sun
Adore (day 1882)
Lover be my undying
Let my foot damp thy path
As sun still sets
My love will rest
Between all fancies your play
And in the morning when we wake again
Let’s hold all dreams some more
As whimsies take away delay
And floating is our route ahead
And to our nose shall always rouse
What heaven best can send
One Maiden (day 1881)
As night begins to caress my heart
Movement caries on and away
And I am left imagining tomorrow
With what’s left, always, of today.
Traffic signs and slow wind through
My every thought and maples
And so I go into the dark
One grave thought always away
And two accounts of loneliness
And one maiden, mine, unnamed.
Sunset at the Ocean’s Edge (day 1880)
Alas, mine golden sun
You have brought home desire
You have piled high
What’s exhausted
In a day spent out at sea
And off deep cliffs
So red as your flame high
I have sent away a whisper to
An island I’ve never been
But here I sit, mesmerized
In spell of mind and soul
To wish away none other then
What valiantly is here to stay.