The Bridge That Takes Us There

We crawl, we stretch, we reach, we climb;

We long to break the bonds of time —

And for connection, risk our hearts

In fun and games, in fits and starts


So many cars, so many roads,

As weather, time, and light corrodes;

We seek the bridge that takes us there:

We drive and drive,

But grasp

At air

mystic forest

the mystic forest

where branches intercept what

the heavens declare

the glow streams through
the yielding trees
to add its light
to our unease

but though our minds
are restless, true –
what light we have
will have
to do

scolded by beatitude,
blessed by touch of sorrow;
forest of today’s intent,
hide my shame

as i live and breathe

she once said

before she just stopped

The Ashes of the Fire

That once, in winter, when her heart was young,
She felt the world outside / inside the same;
The season when her soul’s true songs were sung,
And bitterness was still outside the frame

Who sees the girl? The woman’s been her fate,
And all that’s left of winter is the cold;
The day is dark, the hour’s growing late,
So much she’s felt, not meant to be controlled –

Sometimes, it’s not the heart that breaks, but more:
The part of her that lived for bigger cause,
The ashes of the fire come before,
The cynic from the idealist that was

A girl so in to everything
Who gave that up for “reasons” —
She cannot bring December back
For she’s lost all
Her seasons


The old man loves his westerns,
In his books, or on TV —
He dreams of being on the range,
The horses running free

Within the confines of his room,
The world is opened wide:
Whatever he may look like, he’s
A hero deep inside

And what to you is corny, or
To me might be banal –
He sees in it nobility,
Outside the old corral

We know it’s not reality,
But there has been a cost
That’s come since heroes ruled the day
And villains always lost

He’s just a man who you may pass
Or you may even know:
Who wishes life was right and fair
But cannot make it so

And so he reads his westerns, and
He tumbles off to sleep:
And sees a world of promises
That good men always