come with me,
we can share some time,
complaining
about time
and how it cheats us out of
what we need the most
cajolery
softly pass
touch my hand
in the in-between
softly pass
but please know
what could never really be
has some existence
To share is human:
bring your ghosts
bring your ghosts —
we feed them daily.
even mine?
you may ask..
oh, friend, yours are the best kind:
ones that come to stay…
To share is human:
yes, we tried.
yes, we tried;
we didn’t succeed.
so, we’re here,
still trying:
committed to the struggle
and our place in it —
life is hard:
hard for everyone.
as for us —
we’ll keep trust,
knowing the perilous way
life deals in whimsies
To share is human:
find their songs
solo voice
trembling within
strange pathways;
learning how
singers have to find their songs
where no one else is
To share is human:
flooded shore
flooded shore
along a lonely
stretch of life;
praying for
another heart to share all —
even bitter cold
To share is human:
… fields full of flowers …
i heard them
fields full of flowers
crying out
wondering
why their lover kept running
leaving only dark
Artist credit : Valery Rybakou
To share is human:
winter wept
winter called,
we didn’t answer.
winter wept —
so did we.
then when winter came down hard,
we fell more softly
To share is human:
spring schism
split along
avenues of towns
flowering,
glowering,
cast into may turmoil, as
roses tear from stems
