tears

the clouds above are weeping ... tender kind tears ... cleansing

new stairs

these stairs have not been tested
they wait for hearts to open
to
to bear the weight of their needs

7-3-09

early morning hours

silence speaks loudest
in the early morning hours

the heart hears great things
in the early morning hours

the mind rises to great heights
in the early morning hours

rise before the sun sheds its life
in the early morning hours

vague memory

every once in a while i wonder
where the love went
the love i thought i had - left
it disappeared - gone

like a whisp of hot water leaves
the pot and is - gone
in the cool of the air surrounding
the pot - i wonder if

it was true - of course it was
of course - but doubt - its gone
toady no hint is left - only
the vague memory of the warmth