It’s as if the universe itself
opens up and allows
me to see into the vast expanse
of stars and galaxies…
Oh to be the key that
opens this doorway into eternity!
Drunken now with an ecstasy
of flying through space and time
I land once again upon the body
in which I exist and softly shiver
Tag: dreaming
sleep
Lying in bed listening
to the slow drip of my love
that from my broken heart
falls rhythmically into the sink
this maddening drip drip drip
echoes in my head refusing rest
or peace…
I wait for the day that this heart may
finally empty of its love so that
I may get some sleep
druken with sorrow
i dreamt of a blue and purple buddha-
with a slight smile upon his face,
and i wondered as i lay awake
what he might know, that i do not,
about my destiny…
the stars seem so misaligned,
i’m missing signs, like leaves
upon a stream, I drift aimlessly
towards some unknown sea…
and i hold no hope that the world
might reveal the path
my feet are meant to follow
as i slowly make my way home
drunken now with sorrow.
silent heart
This abusive mind
Has locked the door
on my pleading heart
Such that her beating
Lies silent in my chest
disease
My guilt at not being more
grows steadily within-
and the harder you try to
show me your love
the farther I retreat into
my homemade prison…
Don’t you know that I cannot
bear thoughts of sweet nothings
whispered softly in my ear?
How can I possibly hear your wanderings
above the dull roar of disease
within my head?
sunshine
the sliver of sunshine that i can see
from the window pane of my heart
keeps me striving to move forward
in hopes that maybe someday
I will see just a little more…
that maybe someday i will taste
the spring air that flows
through the open fields
just beyond the threshold of my door
echoes of passion
though you’re no longer here
i wonder if you still feel me…
my pulsating, vibrating, echoing
energy; adrift in the ether-
whispering silent longing
to the heavens as the skies
open up into a soft rainfall
of pleasure and memory
this maze
So much lies between
me and love
So many secrets that I keep
from myself
Barriers of self betrayal
line the rooms of my house
dividing any chance for sleep
for peace, for love to find me…
And though I cry out lost in
this maze of my own undoing
I am not strong enough to knock
it down
sadness
I am sadness
bottled in an attractive wrapping,
manufactured by the highest pain,
handled with the least care…
and yet still you find me
filling and healing, and loving-
you! the salve of my misgivings,
sorrow and suffering…
you! who pick up my broken pieces
even after my shards make you bleed…
somehow you still find a reason
to protect and ingest all of me
the SIBYL'S SONG 