Wake Her Up

Sunday morning-
I never thought
I'd see you here.
Quiet whispers
the fear of changing
this stillness.
In the place
where dreams collide
with reality,
I knew your name,
but couldn't find
the courage to ask
when you were leaving.
That was our moment;
in treasures of gold
they'll never find
such wealth to sip
like vintage wine.
Our love like a blanket
wrapped us tight-
your voice flowed
like a river
rushing through me.
My love, I swear
I'll never push
the way they will.
I swear as long
as this ocean moves
I'll love you
like the dawn
kisses morning-
and the night
parades the stars.
It's always the same
when close beside you-
these nightmares end
quiet whispers begin
on Sunday morning.

11-25-92

Numb

He calls to me loudly;
he shouts in the night
like a shrill siren
on a moonless night.
He is no gentleman
asking for shelter;
he is a madman,
dripping sweat
like a ravenous wolf.
He is faceless-
nameless-
without the shadows of a past.
He knows not beauty
or ambitions or sorts.
His only desire-
his only want-
is love...
only to be needed
by a woman named Peace,
to set sail on the sky
to uncharted stars,
and to feel the pain
of a man with a heart.

11-24-92

Inadequate

In faraway lands
she has escaped me.
Is there nothing I can do
to bring her back?
My arms could only go so far.
My legs could only run so fast.
This void eats away
at my heart
as every bite
becomes larger
until nothing
can possibly be left
to chew up.
Curse the love
which stole her!
Curse my heart
for loving too much-
for opening doors
with the knowledge
that they might be closed
and left vacant.
Curse the skies above
for being so vast
like this emptiness.
Curse the laughing moon;
how I hate the day
I promised him to you
ignorant to the chance
he would lead you another!
I curse these hands of mine
for ever letting go...

11-7-92