“Built to last” means
Only for a while,
“Meant to be” seems
Happenstance, at best,
Weariness is more
Of a vocation,
When all this searching
Keeps us from our rest.

But, my love, we
Have these certain moments
We at least can deal in
Common cares,
And maybe neither one of us
Feels sturdy,
So we can be a pair of
Leaning chairs.

I can have your back,
I can support you,
Just as you have mine,
Supporting me,
And maybe it’s not glamorous,
Or gaudy,
But wow, it feels like it’s

Supposed to be

You have to knock to enter
Although there is no roof,
And really, barely walls, if I
Was forced to tell the truth.

But niceties must be observed,
As they have always been;
You have to knock to enter
Or else you can’t

Come in

How much it matters? More than time or space —

One empathy, one destiny, one grace —

A hand beside, a word that’s softly spoken —

For hearts that never break are

Truly

 
Broken

Where the grass grows long on the fading hills
And the breeze sneaks in early autumn chills
The poet stops to remember, remember
How the smoke burned soft in a lost September.

She was as young as a morning rose
And we climbed the ways where the tall grass grows
Where she told me to never forget, forget
That the best to come had not come yet.

Though we never sold out, and we never gave in,
We walked to an edge that we dared not leap;
Yeah, the world blows by and we find and find
That we always lose what we meant to keep —

Where the smoke passes swift in the aging sky
A thought can be born, and as swiftly, die,
Like the last glowing bit of an ember, an ember
That crumbles away like a lost

September

The world is as it always was:
It’s changing —
All peace is mere appearance, just
Regalia

For all our movements, be they
Ever-ranging,
Are shifting shadows, and our strivings,

Failure

We often live in fear
Because it’s justified;
Each separate reality
Comes with its own divide —

But what can make us feel secure
From all that’s cruel or mean
Save knowing, when we’re looked at,
That we are really

Seen

You play the role,
You dress the part,
A little sweet,
A little tart

The outfit on,
The makeup right.
The chase, the capture,
And the fight

Are just a portion
Of the whole,
And sometimes those
Who see the role

May ask what made you
Heed this call —
“I play a role, yes.

  Don’t we all?”

You came you struggled and you built
Your tale unique your thoughts your own
Like those around you who you love
The years have crawled and winced and flown

Like everything that matters, yours
Is out of everbody’s way
Save those who strike out for themselves
Not waiting for the mass to say

But when you love the things you do
And do it with your family,
There is an honor you can’t buy
With money or with casuistry

The truth within an enchilada —
Better a little good,
Than a lotta

Nada

Tell me you know how it feels,
Tell me you know what it means;
Speak to me of alchemy
And strength beyond both ways & means

Is there not a gentleness
More powerful than wind or wave
In simple love and moments pure
And feeling, although small,

Secure