can i be more

can i be more?
can i satisfy her
in the very way
she needs?
it would seem not
and my thoughts
scatter with the
blustery day
taking me away
to greener fields and
climbing hills
i will fill myself
with words and light
that might sustain me
maybe i’ll meet a soul
to glance at
maybe others to share
these cares
or perhaps i’ll stay
alone
these clocking days to
crash against
my own thoughts
maybe i’ll fade
away
a spirit flickering
over the haunted land

do not kill

do not kill
the child of our Love
strong and curious
blinded by the light of
spring’s newly flashing
Sun
when the days were
endless magic
endless light and sound
there is hope for the
wide-eyed child of
Love
despite the sober
imperative of progress,
for the world
is green yet
full of secret places
filled with light or
promising darkness