(2013)
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting