Nature

Nature

How do you correspond so well in all of your different areas

How is your existence more of a poem

Then a Shakespearean tragedy

Even the murderous hunter pray game

Is a dance

The evil people ruin parts of your world

And yet you adapt

And continue the song of life

The same song that you have sang for hundreds of years

Nature

Give me your positivity and acceptance

Share with me the secret of your calm

Instead of hating the world--love it

Show me how you peacefully strive

Full of life

Full of understandings

From one generation to another

Your knowledge

Nature

I watch you

And feel blessed that I have witnessed your song

The movement of the trees

The songs of the birds

The heat of the sun

And the shine of the moon and stars

I find comfort in the knowledge that

You strive here

And will always do so

Love Is

Love is the pouring rain

Pelting down on a metal roof

The smell of spring

A smell you can’t escape

Love is the first snow storm of the season

Wrapping around you in an embrace

It’s the hot gorgeous sun

Warming you heart and soul

Love is the sound of a brook

Trickling down time worn waterfalls

The smile of the blooming cherry tree

Knowing that it bloomed just for you to see

Love is the narrow path through the woods

Twisting and turning, leading the way

It is a rock wall

Covered with moss and tempting the imagination

Love is the smoke rising off the water

Welcoming you at dawn

It is the sun setting

A reminder that you have lost another day

Love is the feeling you get when you find that one person

The one you can’t live without.

Love is

I Fall

I fall

Fall

Fall

Every time someone sweet comes along

You’d think I would learn from my falling

In that you’d be wrong

I try to lock my heart

Keep my excitement down to a minimum

Or gone all together

But I fail

Every time I land I manage to get up

Spackle in the cracks

Sand the exterior down to perfection

And go again

Keeping this unreasonable

Unreliable

Unreachable belief

That I might be loved again

Every ending is the same

Being repeated over and over

Like the song of a nightingale

And I again fall

Fall

Fall

Kaleidoscopic

I look up into the night sky

trying, reaching, struggling

I want to see my landmarks

The Moon, North Star, Orion's Belt

But tonight every star in the galaxy is spinning

spinning, shifting, swirling

changing places in rhythm with the seconds that time out our lives

As I stand there,

a willow swaying in the wind,

I wait and wonder why these three are so important

As I stand there the sun rises

with it's rise comes the disappearance of the stars and moon

in that moment I realize

The things we depend on

disappear with time

making them no longer necessarily

no longer landmarks that steer our lives

I look up into the sky and smile

I am free

The seconds that the stars danced upon are now mine

A Nighttime

I wake up

It was another magical nightmare

Real enough for the anxiety to overtake me

To spread through my conscious being

I wake up

I'm freezing with fear

Glancing every which way

Disoriented, afraid, in-tune

I role away from the window

I wake up

And you're right next to me

Peacefully breathing

Enough awake to sense a change in me

You put your arm over me

I wake up

I'm safe and unafraid

The warmth coming from you stops my shivers

I relax under the covers

I curl into you

I fall asleep

Lighthouse Keeper

Another night,

one of many,

I feel the emptiness

the very same as the light keeper

standing alone, silent

atop his tower aglow

knowing he’ll be alone again under the starless sky

with the knowledge that he must stay,

to guide the ships which pass by.

It’s not so much the missing of a single person,

but of the unspent time

the longing of being desired

an ache to fill the heavens painted black

with stars, love, and laughter.

Someone must have created the constellations.

If the desire I lack were to find me

I’m confident I could fill the starless night

with Venus and Orion’s belt in a similar fashion.

But alas,

the night is black and starless

and I am, again, alone.

Perhaps the emptiness is not the ebony sky,

but the carcass of the person I used to be.

Reminding myself of the constellations I have yet to see.

In A Man

Blue eyes,

trimmed with long thick lashes.

Muscular,

no room for imperfections.

Blond hair,

cut just the way I like it.

All noted

None Important

His smile,

shows you he’s always thrilled to see you,

be with you.

A glow,

proving he’s sweet and caring,

not just acting.

Heart,

loudly screaming,

always showing,

just how much he loves you.

All noted

All important

That’s what I need in a man.