Dearth and Main

Down at the corner of Dearth and Main,
I saw a spectre wait again
For someone lost and gone before
Through love’s wide window or death’s dark door.

She comes there to stand in expectancy
And a feeling of pity comes over me
That the loyal dead know more of life
Than many a husband, many a wife,

But the wind sings the city to poisoned sleep,
And the heart that forgets still remembers deep,
For it’s only the good that can cause such pain,
When your down on the corner of Dearth

And Main

If Memory Was Made of Glass

If memory was made of glass,
And I could see right through,
Perhaps I’d see it clearly: how
It’s always been with you

Perhaps then I could understand
What led you to each choice:
The demons on your shoulder, and
Your broken inner voice

But such has not been mine, as yet –
Clear-sighted memory –
And so I search these waters for
Some bit
Of clarity

on this, this day

on this,
this day,
how long it’s been,
my heart explodes within my chest

for you,
you were my ground and sky,
the ling’ring scent I loved the best

but this I’ve dreaded,
low and long,
to see you once again and know

that you,
you were my everything,
that I held close and then

let go

An Echo In The Forest

From across a far ravine.

An echo in the forest
From across a far ravine;
The last words that you said to me
In memory still green

An echo in the forest
That my lonesome ears discern:
The sound of your departing
Knowing you would not

Return

lying awake

she lies awake and wonders where it went
the glow that once surrounded who she was
for all the hidden talents she’s misspent
for random choices, lacking a “because”

in stillness now, she thinks of one mistake
her mother’s eyes with tears were dabbed and flecked
for all that woman’s faults, for goodness sake
she didn’t merit wanton disrespect

but now, her mother gone beyond her reach
the tears beset her eyes, and she feels shame
the lessons only loneliness can teach
when there is no one else that’s left to blame

but she’s no worse than most: it’s how she’s built
to lie awake awash in waves of guilt