For Henry

For Henry

 

I tried to climb over the sadness that filled the air

above the blue balloons hanging there
above the gifts bags stuffed with care
half filled with tissue
for you
It was the pink balloons in the basement
that took my breath away, floating
touching the ceiling
and the two cribs in the nursery, waiting

ldn

Dropping the Sun

    photo:  Madrona Beach

 

Dropping the Sun

 

It didn’t hurt until I dropped the sun

I thought you were the one

I thought the deal was done

but much to my surprise

it wasn’t in your eyes

the last time, at all

I thought you were the one

I thought the deal was done

So now I’m going away

I can’t stay today

I should have known

I should have seen the writing on the wall

It didn’t hurt until I dropped the sun

I thought you were the one

I didn’t see the light at all

until I saw it fall,
until I saw it fall

 

ldn

Old Horse in my Brother's eyes

 

 

He looked like an old horse, today

sad to see the saddle gone

from his back, swayed

I stayed for a while,

with him

then walked away.

 

ldn

The Sycamore Tree

 

 

The Sycamore Tree

 

Some call God a He

and Mother Earth a She,

It just don’t matter to me,

'cause I don’t care who it Be,

just call me a sycamore tree 

Father gives life to the seed

but after he’s done his deed,
if he leaves

my mother is all I need

and it just don’t matter to me,

'cause I don’t care who it Be,

just call me a sycamore tree 

I may as well concede

for then I might be freed

I can be a common weed,

or be a hollow reed

and it just don’t matter to me,

'cause I don't care who it Be

just call me a sycamore tree

 

ldn

Fallen Angel

Fallen Angel

I tripped on my wings while chasing love down,

fell on my face breaking my crown

I didn’t expect it this time around

Did you?

Did you?

Slipped on my gown breaking my heart,

tore it apart

Been through this time and again

I will get up but I don’t know when

Do you?

Do you?

ldn

Once was here

 

 

Once was here

 

 

The eagle’s feather,

once was here, flying

on my dresser

in the mouth of the angel, open to the sky

an art piece, I bought, after

It reminds me of her,

every time I pass

She looked like this ~ this angel,

as she lie on her bed, my mother

when she died,

as she was taking her last breath

She is resting now ~ at last

I saw her today

through my bathroom window

as I was filling bottles with fragrant oils

scents, I use

when I heal wounds,

left

deep within those who don’t know peace

yet

She stopped breathing

but I knew

like the eagle knows the cry,

the screeching of his mate

Alas, the feather and I
and the eagle,

wait

 

ldn

Walls

I am not comfortable at all

living here behind your wall

but choosing not to get away,

I stay