Scatter Your Love

Because it deserves a decent home.

Scatter your love to the winds,
Let it travel deep and wide;
Up the hils and down the dales,
Cross the highest mountainside

Let your love be pure and strong,
North or south or east or west:
Scatter your love to the winds,
Let it find its place
To rest

Forbidden Thing

He knew the game; the game knew him as well;
While she – she wrote the book on all of this.
The things that each had seen, they’d never tell;
The untold fantasies beyond the kiss —

This was to be another in a line
Of many nights that each of them had known.
The early parts were boilerplate, just fine;
When each stepped far into a danger zone

For love, forbidden thing, that ancient shame,
Began to work its way into those two:
You masters think you’ve learned to play the game;
But always, in the end, the game plays you

Now, When I Remember You

To tell the story of a life
Takes many pages, many words;
To tell the story of a love
Takes every bit as long

The you I saw in summer fields
Beneath an endless weightless sky
The you I felt in tenderness
The softness of your skin, a sigh

For now, when I remember you
There is a novel in my mind;
The beauty of your memory
Is always young, and brave, and kind

There’s beauty in the world, I know,
But I thought I had lost it then:
You walked into the room, and I
Became the mindfulest of men

But this – this was not me at all
This was all you, and love; it was
A type of wakeful dreaming where
I did not want to wake, because

Your magic was in everything.
If ever a man loved, I did:
I cherished every moment, and
I lay awake at night and bid

The minutes slow their very march.
To lengthen time, our time, so much
As possible; to see your eyes
To stroke your hair, to softly touch

Your skin beneath your summer dress.
To love you there with all my heart;
Your words of warning in my ears
That love is short and lovers part.

A life, my life, what is it now?
It’s just a cold and fading fire
A soon forgotten flickering
Of what was once raging desire

And all for you, my long true love –
Who taught me wonder in the night,
Whose hand I took to cross the bridge
Of leaving off and doing right

The day is closing in, and I
Put down my pen, and rest a while –
For now, when I remember you
I shiver once, and lastly
Smile


 

(“Now, When I Remember You” – 6-25-2015)

Filling Station

Once
A woman and her husband
Stopped at this place

She, eight months with child
He, thinking about walking out
And the drive had been a tense one
Old wounds reopened
Fresh hurts on display

And an old couple was there
At the same time
Laughing while they pumped gas
They asked her when the baby was due

She said, “One month.”

The old man asked her husband
“Are you excited?”
“Nervous,” was the reply

“Don’t be. Just remember:
Loving someone
Who loves you back
Is the greatest thing in the world.
And your child
Will love you back.”

Forty-eight years later
The woman is no longer young
She stands at this abandoned place
Her young granddaughter in tow.
“What is this place?” the little girl asks

This place?
This is where your grandaddy and I

Decided to stay in love


 

(“Filling Station” – 8-15-2014)

I Only Know

I write like rain
In drips or sometimes showers,
My every passing thought
Turned into text

I’ve no great talent
Nor, special misfortunes
To truly separate me
From the next

But what I feel, well,
This, then I can tell you,
The truth that comes by faith
And not by sight

I only know
I truly, truly love you:
Though I don’t know you –
Only
What you write


 

(“I Only Know” – 4-17-2015)