The Weight of the Blanket of Love

It is different this year
For the hole is hand stitched
With the thread that I lost
Then re-found and re-fit

And the tear covered fingers
Of hand to the face
Are changing the vacancy
To knowledge and grace

Can you see how the empty
Really waits to be filled
And the fabric of time
Is sewn with heart’s skill

And the sweet smell of sunshine
Still hangs on the fence
Within the lost pages
Of life’s circumstance

So don’t worry my darling
Where ever you are
Is a minute just now
And then gone but not far

Though the road may seem empty
When the skin feels the cold
 the weight of my heart
Is the blanket you hold

The Loss Ladder

The ladder is lost in the slow creep of vines

laced to the seasons with rain keeping time

forward the laying of names and their place

enhanced with engravings that memory has traced

 

 

Reminders drift down from the trees each new year

delighted the waiting is no longer for tears

change turns the leaves of October to blazing

and the sadness of mauve has fallen out of my daydreams

 

 

I remember the feel of the brush in my hand

down her tangle of curls in the dampness of morn

still the length of her smile in my dreams after midnight

can still open the time of that long ago storm

 

 

Now smoke and ashes dig into the hillside

and fasten the rocks from out of my past

yet will always be present in my still breathing chest

where the cradle still cuddles with my once aching breath

 

 

I can see now how dying is another beginning

the song sung within life's cadence is a test

as a lullaby bubbles and rock a byes others

I've learned each new step on the ladder is the best

To Weave a Basket

The marsh twilight's deep staining feet

across the stone bridge I to keep

there filigree of music starts

to weave a basket of my heart

Such variant day in wind a change

touched by opening package lain

alive from powder’s fragile mist

across the whispered light of kiss

I go there to the cave of be

lit from reflected waters three

one rippled softly from my breath

one still as never moving chest

The third reflects the inside view

all dappled sunlight shadow hued

with sweet of longing bending near

a drop in time spread out in tear

I pull the plug within my soul

to empty cobwebs staining goal

and there in feathered imagery

I catch a hint of destiny

It like a coral ocean floor

distributes time through moonlit door

to see it sow imagining

and mend hurt flower fragmenting

Hold it up ‘tis sweet as sky

studded star sung lullaby

a canopy of slanted light

reflected from the fire of sight

Pull time across the plains of earth

into waterfalls exploding mirth

then watch the healing from the wound

of drinking drought by time perfumed

It’s plain as dirt on cavern floor

and light as whispered evermore

all parts be held or felt in clasp

from answered wisdom of the past

It is what stillness brings around

and listening pulls from warming found

in opening life times mending seam

to shake out dust from field of dreams

The marsh twilight deep staining feet

across the stone bridge I to keep

there filigree of music starts

to weave a basket of my heart