regrets, like the ocean

her regrets, like the ocean
in their immensity and constant turmoil
surrounded both of us –
far too real to be ignored

because i loved her,
i left her ocean undisturbed;
because i love her,
i offer only my
acceptance

we who live
live with imperfect knowledge;
we cannot know outcomes

there we sat,
surrounded by the ocean;
here i sit now,
surrounded by my own thoughts

my friend:
i do love you.
and love,
like stars that hover
high above any ocean,
does not change the water,
but give us –
if only for a time –
something else
to look at

Perfectly Immense

It was a perfect winter day,
When you and I went out to play;
For you were eight, and I was ten,
And everything made sense.

But ten years later, there we stood,
Upon the edge of something good,
A something somewhere out of reach,
A past and present tense —

It is a perfect autumn day,
With little more that I can say:
I heard you’d gone away, and thought
This world is too
Immense

I Wish That You Were Happy

A poem for my friend. More than one, actually.

You’re talented and beautiful
In every way I know —
It hurts my heart down to my bones
To see you suffer so.

I know that you’re not happy, and
I see you, daily, lost:
And if I could remove the pain,
I’d gladly bear the cost,

Whatever cost that it might take.
I’d fly to any star —
I wish that you were happy, but
Things are just
What they are

Part of Knowing Love

On love and friendship —

Part of Knowing Love

Part of knowing love’s to know
That no one person can be everything:
No man or woman truly loves
Who leaves a rose to die from lack of light

Or soil, or even the water of shared grief —
In a universe so vast that we can only
Truly have a known place by
Where we are in relation to others

The inter-connectedness of friends
Is the often forgotten
Part of knowing love

Connected

The emptiness that is my soul,
The hopelessness that lies this way,
Are each a temporary thing:
For moods are minutes in a day,

The day that life is in this span,
And questions come as answers flee,
As dreaming hovers, like the clouds
That swirl around us restlessly.

These chemicals that we call “us”
Are scattered bits of foreign stars,
With each a flickering, at best,
That maybe lights, or maybe mars

The footsteps of some other’s way.
This is the truth that solace knows:
That where we go, some other’s gone,
And someone in the future goes,

For we’re connected, though we feel
Apart, alone, and frankly, lost —
For empty roads and searching hearts
Both find the ones who life has tossed

About. Like you. I know it’s true,
For every bit of warm regard
You send my way, there is the trace
Of how well you know, “life is hard.”

But out there, on the road you’re on,
Are different detours and travails,
For though you’ve been rerouted, it
Cannot be truly said, “she fails –”

As long as you – and me as well –
Can be true to our loves, our friends,
And try our best from where we are,
And when we ought to, make amends,

Then barren times, and barren earth,
Need not dismay or set us back.
For every path is different, every
Surplus is a kind of lack

And it’s our choices make us, us.
Not circumstance, or skill, or looks,
What kind of car we own or drive,
How many cats, how many books —

Our character they say’s our fate.
I have not always welcomed this:
But I have seen the sunrise smile,
And I have felt my true love’s kiss,

So empty roads need not be so.
If I perspective take, and keep,
I can adjust to hills and turns
And when I stop, relax, and sleep,

And know, that though we be but mist,
We have a purpose here, today,
And that each cloud that wanders, will
Get lost, sometimes, along the way.

in eight plus lines

o let that one day not go past
that she should once more sorrowed be;
o please, if i could take that weight,
provide to her self-clemency —

i would. the heart that knows no law
believes: it reaches out in pain
to touch in healing whom it loves,
and tries to soothe in all times and

in vain