waters of the moon

hey my love

i’ve called for you

deep rains there

fallen in spite

out through the window of night

a shadow’s breath comes inside

revenge on my love

for his bewildered sacrifice

hey my love

i’ve called for you this time

in the misty shadows of night

robed in the thick of feathered wings

eyes of soft blue horizon

you come in translucent innocence

that i can only dream

you bear the waters of the moon

that my soul longs to breathe

fragmented wisps

not secretive

just woven the burden of heaviness

not empty

but rather flooded with

oceans of intensity

not pale

only fragile regrets that linger

not sullen

but rather weeping nostalgia

so as the mountain pierces

the cloud dome

understandings come only

in fragmented wisps

up there all alone

suspended by

the shifting breaths

the fiercest grace

is driven only by defiance

seizing her mystery

with soft spoken surrender

give waterfalls

broken light falls in shards

dissecting the blue sky

ruining the perfect hue

with restless air

my hands reach to feel a substance

i want my insides to be fullness

like a heart with golden pulsing currents

i want the stale dry lips from winter to die

he crosses my life

like a shadow come to life

at a distance i’ll pretend

his wildness doesn’t worry me

i see a softness like a vulnerable animal

crunched near the concrete with sweet eyes

asking for mercy of sight

like i could give waterfalls

of lust and sweat and beauty and pain

and wrap him in it

grave for us

i ache for old dead love

love that died on me

while i held desperate

to its last breath

my heart pines and breaks

and this valley is the grave for us

the old sting and stab feels new

the emotional spark still charged full

from denial i finally break

i wander these streets

looking for his soft hair and solid form

i look for his cool eyes that pierce

i look for his rugged hard hands

and his cold heart that makes me reach

small voice

can you hear me now?

my words fall all around

like broken colors

water choking old ties

can you hear me now

since the seventies were stifling

couldn’t find my voice

was seen but not heard

lost in shyness

i turned inward

became drowned in

vivid imaginings

day dreaming filled my voids to richness

never alone

can you hear me now

gold horses on the shore

running in the wind

never felt so good

peanuts to be proud

teachers praise shone

over me in glory

my muteness wavering

in his affirmation

written words as my poetic escape

i’ll find my words one day

then i’ll know what to say

can you hear me now?

i’ve got the gold crown

and a microphone

scared but holding on

songs crumble out of my mouth like dust

and breathlessness

spent my childhood wide eyed

with a dismal heart

can you hear me now?

gotta trust yourself

and the god above you

let the small voice die

and sing your soul

whoever said you were nothing

was afraid of themselves

scared of my light and power

afraid i would amount to something more than them

when they told you to be quiet

it was to frighten you from speaking up

about the hurt and the love

can you hear me now?

it’s time to cry out

cause we’ve all got

something unsaid inside

that must speak