waking sleep

there’s moment between wakefullness
and opening my eyes
when I wake up beside you.

then I see.

how it goes

So this is how it goes
We all move on
We all sail away
And leave the old dreams
Like dolls in the attic

and then there were none

We are dust and ashes
Life – sweet wine
deep gashes
In our flesh

A dying breath

my heart – pressed between the pages of your journal

The words found their way
To the pages of your journal
Before they even dared
To appear in mine.
Suiting. Isn’t it?
That you who hold
The scattered peices
Of my heart and soul
Would pour them on the pages
Of your own.

While mine lie silent.

prayer candle

hush

listen to the prayers
rising on the flames
of the candles

quiet
there is quiet here

a man sheds a tear
-lights a flame
for the dead love of his life

hush

if you’re quiet
you can hear the tears
rising from the candles

g’night

I throw my arms around your neck
one instant
then I go up
in my room
and cry
For what I have to lose

Monday mail

There’s a letter in the mailbox.

Soon the postman will come
and yawn
And take it….
and it will be on it’s way to you.

jealous

I am jealous
Jealous of the silence
Jealous of the absense
and the words you’ve yet to write me

seasons

The season’s come
One by one
Terrible, Beautiful
The season’s pass
We kiss heaven;
our ashes feed the grass

in the quiet

Here in the quiet I am crying out
Here in the quiet I am crying out

Wrack me with me the thunder of the sound
Of Your

Love

Here in the quiet I cry aloud
Here in the quiet I cry aloud

Tie me as with cords to You
Bind me to Your truth
and

Love

Here in the silence….