Water

Water is a living thing that I bonded to/with long ago.  Rain is water that comes to me.  It's totaly free and yet it has only one path.  Its cleansing, life giving, disturbing, like hail it clears the way for something new.  it can caress me, sting me, drown me, or buoy me up .  It is energy in liquid form.  If I stand at the water's edge, the waves crest and reach up to meet me.  They always have, like water sprites trying to splash me.  If I stand out in the rain, I let myself go and they bless me with their full caress.  It is ancient and it is tomorrow, it will never die.

Now in the water's storm, cloud to ground lightening burning my retinas.  Visibility is lousy, thunder is raging somewhere in Mississippi.  The very air is electric.  I'm torn between concern and demand, writhe and regret.

Unconditional

My breath is caught and my chest rises.  My back tenses and my arms ask permission
to push away to catch my fall.  I'm still breathing, it's only a moment in a time, a small catch in the hem
and I go about my day as if all were as it should be.

My vision is blurred and I shy from the decisions I know I am alone to make.  I slip deep into the midnight shadow and close the door behind me.  In the dark, I find a liar's solace.  There I account my deeds, my needs, my view upon the world.  I struggle to remain still, I ask my soul to forgive.

All this just to utter the words, just to allow myself to be.  And so the saying goes, do what's important not what's easy, especially when no one is looking.  I will venture down the path laid before me, I will measure my steps.  All this just to love you, just to know that I am loved.

Clio

the flame that burns too high burns out too fast

the statue of the goddess in some generous pose
dedicates herself to the protection of the memory of mankind
to recording the names of the fallen heroes who served her
cold in the night and pale in the morning sun
generations pass her never knowing her name
her pitiless task holding her still while the rain washes her slowly away

Clarification: a Conversation about one thing

The trick to forgiving is not to forget
But to trust someone to be exactly who they are

The trick to understanding the past
is not in the unfolding, but in the hindsight
Not to put too fine a point on it...

Magickal mystical mythical that was never more than smoke
Perhaps the greatest con on the weakest kind,
No great deed ever found him whole

And he'll never appreciate how
I used him to mask my grief
Which made us quite a pair, unstable, insatiable, unforgiveable

I have no want or need of his devotion
I seek only the strength to look him in the eye
and be unmoved by him

The will to silently pass him by
Without another glance

Because events of late have begun to resemble
That twisted twist of fate
I will need that resolve to weather the next few storms.

canyon dawn

one small kiss on the back of your neck
a warm shiver and you squeeze me tight
keep me close to your chest
where i can rest
and press myself into you
and breathe deep the last moments of sleep
before dawn breaks the mirror
and the light comes charging in