Everything is forever,
if just a little piece.
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Things I Need You to Know
I write to finish the story you started here.
And we laugh
There on the dock
Feet beside paws
Wet on rough wood
Your cheeks flush with sunshine
Light lilting on white-kissed waters
Beyond bent oak arms
And we speak with fingers entwined
Vines budding evermore bound
Daydreams blush
Against yesterdays
We solemnly promise to heal as a whole
Pinkies lacing through golden honey hours
Around each kitchen waltz
And we walk wet leaves
Mud, earth, sand, sky, seashells scattering
This whispering trail
Seems a lily-laced aisle
You yesterday
Where these soles first met soil, while tomorrow
Unwinds the tight-rope horizon, such a beautiful bride
And we trace time in wonder,
For today, always, is the sweetest day.
I hope you feel the hush of resounding
Nothing more and nothing less
Than the infinite the impenetrable the immaculate
Honey,
the woods are so still tonight.
To the girlhood bridges
Soaked in summer sun
Where dewy moss met wet wood,
Certainty stood in the kiss of insect legs on copper waters
Long young years saw days reflected
In little laugh-lines
Drawn by the breezy ballet of tiger lilies,
Drenched in light combing pines and a whole lot of grace
Silently, these secrets of the world unfurled themselves
Like the bodies of ferns so green they were gold
I held my hand to your shadow even then
Wondering if that was how I would know you best
August-bleached daydreams no longer linger
Atop liquid hinges of tomorrow
Your laughter this morning, is a canyon wall echo
Filling pauses once pocketed like pennies
Our gully courses copper rivers through its belly
Sanding rickety rock to smooth skipping stones
All this life and its brightness
Ever always wandering towards hazy sweet seas
With attics embroidered by roots of lilies and red oaks
Immaculately, immortally, imperfectly
Our bodies temper tirelessly
Bending beneath the soft weight of water
Now I know,
This is how I love you best.
I saw a farmhouse in the country
White paint on wood
Birch trees shedding their skin
Years and honey-warm afternoons
I ran through a meadow there
That home nestled like a baby bird
The windows there glittering
Brighter than childhood chapels
I touched the tops of the ferns
To feel anything at all
Reached and waited,
For you to hold on.
I’m reading every word I can get my heart around
Hoping that someplace someone knows this
Secrets are lonely things.
And so I pull all of my poetry from my shelves
Hoping that maybe one day, if I palm enough dog-eared pages
There you will be.
I wondered…
If I wrote enough sentences and fragments and words
Perhaps then they might join hands to form a road
One from here to elsewhere
Far away, to a hazy place I’d never know
But as I whispered goodbye
With tears frozen to my skin
I realized, much too late
I had written right around the world
Back again, and here you are
Knocking on the door
With your hands chilled and your soft smile
Still warm enough to sweeten a dusk into dawn
And right then I know
For a reason I’ll never understand, I’ll reach out my palms
Invite you back.
To sit by the fire,
While the snow hushes on by.
I don’t know how to write beautiful things anymore
I chase ghosts in hopes of handing them the dark
They need it more than I do,
It’s the only way they’re seen.
Have you ever seen stars in the sand?
There are sweet tea shores at midnight
Where the skies sit veiled by thunderheads and haze
There, intricately invisible creatures
Glow when kissed
By rough summer soles and searching palms
Maybe the sea
Settled and sweeping beneath canopies of clouds
Misses the star shine glow of above
A trillion miles away
Somehow still carrying comfort and curiosity
Along brilliant beams of brightness
So it searches somewhere within
Lights up its shores like luminescent skies
Waiting in wonder for morning light
To break and bring anew
If the dictionary could speak,
I don’t think the words would be in order.
Look up.
The very canopy under which you exist is larger than you.
The soil beneath your aching soles stretches for farther than your arms could ever hope to envelop.
You are small.
Do not let that frighten you.
Allow the big, grand world to take you in.
The moon hangs in clouds soft as birthday candle breath
Breath hangs in the air lingering on hope to return to the warmth of my chest
You can tell the world what I wished for,
It has already come true.
Clad in ferocious domesticity
She will care so hard it blisters her soul
Knowing full well the calluses
Make it hard to call herself "pretty"
I know that you’re afraid
I am too
When the wind comes rushing into your open window
And the rain turns your lashes into piano keys
Close your eyes to play the only song you have left
Open your arms and hold the storm as though it’s familiar.
When we're in those woods together
I feel my feet ache to the tiptoe tune of wind on rocks
Moonshine hush on fallen logs
Where we rest our heavy heads and headstrong hearts
I surrender my skin to the soil
My thoughts to the wonder
Let me go.
Daydreams slip from your fists like pennies
Dripping copper sunbeams to light
The places you first forgot
When did your lamplight leave my skyline?