Morning Dew

 

 

 

morning dew on Sunset - 3/30//13

 

 

I awakened to the morning dew

where I saw you highlighted in blue ink

It was you there, on the cusp, dancing in bare feet

I felt you
It must have been cold out there
all night alone, as I slept
I kept your circular tears under my pillow
and wept
I trust you will return with the moon in your hand

tomorrow

dancing back, as one,
like dewdrops do
into to the sun
 

ldn

In my room

There you are again
in my room

on my side

Planning a trip

to Yakima

to Paris

and beyond,
to the place where you lived before

I was there listening on the other side, of you

Why not stop by and see me, too

You were younger then

Dark haired and smiling

in my room

ldn

Liquid Mind

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Through liquid mind,

I flow in and out, of you
I see you here, when I’m lonely
in cars,
sometimes walking
you wear a hat
I do a double take,
you glance back
I see you here
for a brief moment ~ only
I gasp

 

ldn

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