Sitting in my car, sunroof open,
staring at the clouds
as I listen to cars hustle by-
And I think of fresh linen
What a juxtaposition
Clean skies, and dirty sounds
Thinking of my life, such
wondrous similarities….
healthy living masking
dirty emotions
that lie just underneath
a clean facade
….Strange and ponderous
Soothing blue embrace
reaches out like waves upon a beach
caressing all those sandy parts of me;
I linger with your salty water
covering my hidden places,
calming my energy-
And when tide pulls back to sea
I don’t long for your touch
because you’ve left parts of yourself,
shells and stones and kelp,
Upon my sandy shores
It’s not yet dawn and
my dog is softly snoring on my leg.
My eyes try to rest
but these thoughts of you
that run wild within my heart
linger loudly round me;
It’s dissonance to my soul
and allows my heart no peace-
Love knows no time and cares not
for respite or release;
So I hover now between, wondering,
what I could have done differently…
A plague of the heart as dark as
the night outside my window-
My only consolation is that I know
by the songbirds that dawn is near
Even if I go away
I will still hear it-
That ever so steady
Beating of the heart I broke
And tried to piece back together
With masking tape and glue
I turned my head and saw the marks
On my neck, where you once fed
Though I’m not dead
I hang on yet…
Holding this thread of reality
Between my fingers
Grasping the last bits of
Reason… and trying to make sense
Of why willingly
i accepted your feeding
Bobcat crawled out of the
basement of my dream
Hung onto the top stair
pleading with me.
I shut the door
Swore, and urged him to go away
What he was showing…
I just couldn’t let myself say
So I woke up with a pain
In my breast, beating chest,
And regret for things that
That lay hidden between
There’s truly no letting go
When things are left
To linger just below-
The basement of hidden truth…
What is a kiss but lips
Touching
In an unexpressed language
Soulfully wordless
And yet more…
Pages of unresolved emotion
Bound between two sets of
Skin; linked by heartfelt
Synchronicities of joy and pain
I long for your lips to reach
That place within me
That hovers within darkness
And liberate my spirit
Your carefully placed longing
Accepted into my being
Would be such fresh spring
To a releasing ache.
There’s another bird
That made a nest at my house
She sits in the wreath on my porch
And waits
Quietly I wonder why these
Sweet songbirds find me
And nestle so into my heart
And home.
Perhaps nature’s sweet way
Of reminding me that melody
Can hold sway of spirit
And lighten the load
Would that I could sing as such
With wordless thoughts-
That cannot be understood
But by the heart.
now that i can see
the secrets that in front
of me have dangled
Softly
i am free to love more fully
with the understanding
that what was, while not real,
still held lessons for my soul,
to help me grow, into
the person i’m meant to be.
the SIBYL'S SONG 