Solitude

A quiet calm descends upon my soul
as the cool, tranquil breeze envelops me,
and my dreams, shaky as a new born foal
flutter softly as the autumn-stained leaf.

My heart is light. I am content to be
what I am. No more, no less; vanity
is forgotten, arrogance as well flees
and imperfections of humanity.

Can one walk alone and not feel lonely?
Yes: if one is secure in who they are.
Yet amidst the chatter of the friendly,
the merry, one is lonelier by far.

I am at peace with my self and my lot
as I sit here, purifying my thoughts.

11/13/97

For April and Crystal

Tell me a story of love,
one that is pure and true.
It must be steady and strong.
Tell the story of me and you.

Tell me a story of love,
A story to last all time.
Tales that will live for generations-
Tell the story of you and I.

Sing a song of joy,
one that the lucky few understand.
Weave a beautiful melody of us,
connected, hand in loving hand.

Sing a song of joy;
Hearts that are full to brimming.
Play a flowing harmony for
all to know why we are singing.

Pass on a praise of peace.
Contentment only soul mates know.
Laughter and weeping; anger and forgiveness--
The key is to let it show.

Pass on a praise of peace.
While it reigns the soul is free.
Lovers at peace are tranquil,
Like the blue of a calm, deep sea.

Tell me a story of love,
one that is pure and true.
It must be steady and strong.
Tell the story of me and you.

Tell me a story of love.
A story to last all time.
Tales that will live for generations-
Tell the story of you and I.

1/24/99

The trees are still bare
but so are the people.
The sun shines brightly
in my eyes.

It is chill February
but all have Spring Fever.
The clothes come off,
The drinks come out.

The bells toll on this bright day:
Even they know to come out of hibernation.

2/25/2000

May your love frame me, oh my soul:
Make the corners tight, the canvas cannot roll.
This binding circle around my digit
Seals me to you. I shall not fidget.
Nor would I want to be released from this:
Our union is sealed with more than a kiss.
I am filled with you. My thoughts proceed
To want more time with you. As in idolatry
I am tempted to worship at your shrine.
I can scarcely believe that this love is mine.
Once I was a layman to loneliness:
I have been converted. Now my only wish
Is to serve you as Love's priest-
To not do so would bring me grief.

This is my mind and that is my heart:
I give you both in the name of Love's art.

Her heart is breaking.
There's nothing to say.
He is just waiting.

She begins her packing,
the children's stuff is away.
Her heart is breaking.

He is still working
his eight hours a day.
He is just waiting.

She can't believe it's ending.
They wed on the 5th of May.
Her heart is breaking.

He is not hurrying,
he will get his way.
He is just waiting.

Today, papers they are signing.
The sky, well, it is grey.
Her heart is breaking.
He is just waiting.

I'm bored
torn
tired
admired
quick
sick
dumb...
numb.

MHT 4/12/99