did you fall down

did you fall down
upon the sloping ledge of
life?
just when you were
picking up speed
the floor came rising up
to meet your wide-eyed face,
out of the race
and they all pass you by
but not us,
we saw your good intentions
the colour in your cheeks
the innocent resolve
now dissolving as it
drains from those
perfect eyes
as the self begins to lie,
we beg you not to
listen to whispered
"i am nothing"s
our hearts are full of you
and we hold out
aching arms
we will share these harms
if you let us
we surround you and
affirm you with our

Yes

i dreamed of you again

i dreamed of you again
but the dream was mine
and i tried to stay asleep
to touch you more
but the door of my eyes
opened and gone was time
i'm not fine
this cloudy morning
and the coffee steaming
forms the face of my dreaming
i can feel you in the air
around me
will we lose each other this way?
fading with each day
to be surprised by
dreaming's touch
it's too much for me this morning

Crystal Ship

what can i give you?

what can i give you that will
enlarge you?
is it eyes to see the
rising day?
the starry night
sapphire-jewelled in an
arched celestial dome?
or is it home,
the growing box of
youthful hearts?
where there is beauty
we are transcendent
where compassion,
extensions of ourselves.
all parties, tribes, placards
force the trembling eye
but compassion,
a seed that grows from
deepest "I"

Nothing is more intolerable

“Nothing is more intolerable than publicly employed guardians of morals. Whoever acts with a pure heart is always the first to be misunderstood by the people with the moral and religious yardstick.” – Hegel

How brief

"how brief how brief!"
the old man cried
"all die
all by the Styxian way
will cross"
(his eyes a mirrored madness)
with sadness did I touch
his hand
"sir do not rush your time,
stay and tell me of
your life"
"is yours not enough?" he laughed
but still I tried again
"please tell me of your
younger days"
then with a piercing gaze
he looked me in the eye
"will you add sorrow to despair?
but sit down in that chair and
hear of broken hearts,
parted ways, and
the love of Arabelle."
then I sitting heard his tale
which someday
I may share
but beware:
you may find yourself
in the story I heard there

the real life

don't let the "real" life
bring you down
for when you turn around
you'll find there's
other views
the child within you dies
when from your heart
the magic flies
for there it used to burn
like glowing steel
but no! "grow up
none of that is real"
(and so they fool us into
thinking we're not allowed
to feel)
how long since
you felt the
heart-expanding wonder?
lightning and the storm
a dragon on the thunder?
the real is a perspective
respective of times and
peoples, places, wrapped up
in imaginary graces
as true as you
and me
grasped first in what the
aching heart sees

Stay here with me

Stay here with me
These lips drip with
Giving truth
Up on the leaning roof
Beneath the autumn stars
How far you drove here
In your car
To recline against me
When I breathe your
Name into the sky
Please don't pass us by
Oh perfect moment
Oh star resting on her
Graceful finger
Be my witness
Burning for a billion years