I Look Toward the Wondrous Night Sky

I look toward the wondrous night sky

and imagine what lies beyond.

Perhaps I’m not as far away as they say

maybe there’s no “there” there, after all.

Something outside hides the way,

prevents me from hearing the call…

I look toward the wondrous night sky

and imagine what lies beyond.

Hope is a baby crying for candy

while suckling on mother’s breast –

nothing more.

Fear and love war in my soul,

there is no victor,

but the battle takes a dreadful toll…

I look toward the wondrous night sky

and imagine what lies beyond.

Like an ant in a skyscraper’s basement

my perception is dim,

nothing more than a whim.

Faces pass in the crowd,

I smile, move on.

Onward, never resting, till journey’s end;

and friendless on that last day,

I die alone.

For Christina

Nine good years bookended by tragedy…

A brown-eyed face of hope

suddenly taken away

leaving a hole like Ground Zero in our soul.

Speak not of political ideologies

nor proud partisan remedies

while our tears still be wet,

rather remember her legacy now.

Yes, now and till the winds of time run out of breath!

Henceforth, let us not lash out in anger

but rather reach out in kindness.

 

The Osprey

I often wonder why she fled

the purple-drenched sky.

An osprey cried “Let us pray”

I tried but nothing came out.

Grey caverns swallowed my soul,

she rolled ‘neath her headstone,

a subtle tone wrang in my head.

The bird then warbled a dirge

while I was on the verge

of following my love into tomorrow,

thus forever ending my sorrow.

Hamlet’s debate would seal my fate

one way or another.

And as the osprey sped away

I wondered if I’d live

to see another day.

Take two Tylenol and call me in the morning

I meant what I said

get out of my head.

Run away instead

or you’ll end up dead.

Like trees touching sky

keep your hands held high.

Make a move you die.

How dare you ask why?!?

Birds may fly away,

never will I say

please come back and stay.

That’s just not my way.

You are a disgrace.

Can’t you read my face?

You’ve fallen from grace.

Leave and leave no trace…

Goodbye

In an instant the distance dissolves;

the violent violets flooding my id explode

and the prism of my heart cannot refract the haze.

The days of languishing in the anguish amidst the nebula of my soul

are nearly done – for I am undone.

I yearn to break free from this melancholy madness,

for me this is an unholy sadness.

I am trapped between the moon and sun

hopelessly longing for an eclipse

I know will never come…