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

Run The Dunes

The days that we would run the dunes
Until the sun sank low;
Those timeless, breathless afternoons
So free of care and woe

The nights beside the ocean as
The stars came out to shine;
No other spot in mem’ry has
A feel so anodyne

As just to know, now that your gone,
That we were e’er so blessed:
And that, we’ll run again, someday,
Sweet dunes
Where we’ll find
Rest

Roni’s Engagement

She called to tell me that she was engaged –
Me, dating some love spasm at the time –
Who I brought with me to meet them for drinks
Which I think were Coronas – yes – with lime

And she still looked a perfect movie star
And so did he, if truth, in fact, be told;
They were so good together: he was kind.
And I was happy for the ring of gold

She wore now on her finger as a sign
That she with him would now forever stay.
A thing I thought unlikely at the time,
Although they’re still together to this day

It’s funny: I write poems all the time.
I dredge these stories up from memory:
And find sometimes I didn’t know my heart
Until I write these down in poetry

We’d flirted with each other, and had tested
The waters of erotic friendliness;
When that part of our friendship was abandoned
I found, I didn’t love her any less

I loved her more as friends; for she was regal,
And meant for kindness as a life reward:
And she was happy now – I know she still is –
With someone who loved her
Who she
Adored

Love Spasm The Fourth

Love Spasm 04

I had a friend who loved a girl
But dated her roommate:
We were then both in college
He lived in another state

I travelled up to his school
Without notice, on a whim:
The Friday that I got there
I could not see much of him

Because of things he had to do.
He told me with a shrug
That I could take this girl out
Who I knew he really dug

So we played tennis, she and I
Then drank at a cafe:
Then drove her white convertible
To pass the time away

And much to my surprise
Some things then happened, unforeseen:
‘Twas very late when I got back
And he was passed out, clean —

He asked me, what had happened
The next morning, with a smile:
“We played tennis — had some drinks —
Then drove around awhile…”

He looked at me, astonished
For he knew me far too well;
He heard what I had not said,
In the things I didn’t tell

And we sat there in silence
As he sadly shook his head
He wasn’t mad at me at all
But at himself instead

For he was with her roommate.
Truth is truth, and fair is fair:
But what he shared with me
He never
Ever
Meant
To share

All I Have to Give is Rain

Now all I have to give is rain,
I’m not much of a friend —
But if it tears you need, I have
A thousand I can send

To water all the ways that may
Lay scorched within your heart;
I’ll send my clouds to cool the earth
And help the new life start

Perhaps your green’s grown murky now,
Or blue, or some such shade of —
Still I will send you what I can,
For rain is what I’m made of

Yes, all I have to give is rain,
To fill the out of doors —
And I’ll come down where’er you call,
For what is mine
Is yours