Only She Holds a Key

April 26, 2009

There is a place in my mind,
behind a barred door,
and only she holds a key.
The muse of my heart,
on wings of subtlety.
Try as I might,
to capture her and hold her close,
she escapes my every effort
with graceful ease,
only to return again
when I expect it the least.


April 23, 2009

I was outside
on a beautiful day
but something inside
called me away.
I didn’t go  in.

Here is Spring (And She Brought With Her the Memories)

April 23, 2009

Flowers are blooming again.
Pretty, pretty flowers with scents so delicate.
I guess it is spring but I thought they would never grow again,
that’s how long winter gets these days;
I had forgotten completely that it could be warm.
I had forgotten completely what it was like to smile when the breeze rises up
rather than turn away and protect your face.
just the same,
here is spring.
She came.
And she brought with her the memories.


April 12, 2009

The orbits of my eyes
twitch and di-alate,
the stars in my mind
nova and collapse,
sending their cosmic dust
sprawling across the vastness
of my newly vacant mind
inky and black
a velvet matte for the memory.
It would be a beautiful sight
if you had a view
from a distant place.

I Hate Love

April 8, 2009

Soaring highs
deepest lows
exploding hearts
and scars that still show.

Fights about small things
that bring us to tears.
Kisses for nothing
that bury our fears.

I hate love,
for what its worth,
I hate love
because  I’m never sure.

The Cost of My Heart

April 8, 2009

To the cost of my heart,
Too much to bear;
To wish it on any one. 
The price of my love,
The devastation,  
The Heart break.