Times & Ways

A single cloud is in a sky
That otherwise is clear;
A single thought is in my mind,
And that has brought me here —

So much is urgent, all the time;
To earn for earning’s sake —
But times & ways I find for you
Are *the* best things I make.

So let me never leave unwatched
The roses that we’ve planted,
Nor let me wander off the track,
Or take your love for granted —

For years and minutes are a gift,
And I want you to see
That times & ways that I’m with you
Mean everything
To me

Resistance

So long upon the path of most resistance,
No thought of you until we reached the day
We slipped into a habit of insistence;
An urgency that carried us away.

What is it that we humans do together
That makes us somehow less and somewhat more?
For sanity was there, and in good measure,
But disappeared the day we closed that door.

The things we didn’t mean were real desires,
A thousand that we never said at all:
So long upon the path of most resistance —
Until we jumped into
The waterfall

Then Music

Then music gave me walls when there
Was no place left to hide,
And lyrics made me you, so I
Could lay down by your side,
We danced there in my silver dream,
And joy was running free —
For music gave me hope when there
Seemed no hope left for me.

There was a bitter time when I
Felt ringed in with despair,
Exposed to all the elements
And bowed beneath my care,
An open sort of laughter rang
Of onlookers’ derision,
As second- and third-guessed I was
For ever damned decision

Then music made me walls when there
Was no place left to hide,
And lyrics made me you, so you
Would be there, by my side,
We danced there in my silver dream,
And joy was running free —
For music gave me hope when there
Seemed no hope left for me.

I knew one day I’d know you, I
Had met you in a song,
The twisting roads of loneliness
Had stretched on for so long,
And all the earthly signs had said
“Go back. You had your chance.”
That dreams were made for other heads,
By fate, or happenstance —

Then music gave me walls when there
Was no place left to hide,
And lyrics made me you, so I
Could lay down by your side,
We dance now in a silver dream,
And joy keeps running free —
For you’re the music of my hope
My life’s best melody

For you’re the music of my hope,
My life’s best melody

Warehouses, Love and Other Stray Thoughts

the weather getting cooler, and
a tangle on her mind,
we met down at the waterfront,
as both were so inclined

we wrapped up in concupiscence,
amid the crates and dust:
as ashes turn to ashes and
stray thoughts turned into lust

we wrestled with our consciences,
each other, and the day;
then readdressed ourselves
so we could each go on our way

she looked at me appraisingly.
then suddenly, she said,
“one day, instead of tarpaulin,
  we ought to use a bed”

but that, indeed, we never did.
we’d loved as best we could:
mid crates of disillusionment
and smells of grime
and wood