tell me the truth –

tell me the truth and help me see
the world somewhere outside of me

tell me the lies that make you smile
and soothe me – for a little while –

tell me a tale that just sounds right
that gets me through another night —

just tell me how and where and when
this emptiness fills up
again

Within the Valley

Outside the valley, no one knows
Just how it feels when you
No longer feel —

For what are facts and family
When friends and fortunes seem
No longer real?

We move as we are moved, and so
Without emotion, life
Is broken will —

Within the valley, trapped inside
The hopeless stillness of
The heart
Gone still

The right crayon

You look and look
For just the shade
Of sea and sky
And marmalade –

For thunderclouds,
And cocoa beans,
And paraffin,
And mustard greens –

The hue and feel
Of dogs and cats,
And barrow-wights,
And acrobats –

Of scrambled eggs,
Tomato cans,
Old manatees,
And pelicans –

The sun, the moon,
Gingham, or tweed —
The right crayon:
It’s all you need