Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Sand Before Your Feet

Breath held.
Fear of taking flight.
The ground falling off beneath you.
Feet leaving earth.

Look sideways.
I hold your hand.
My voice in your ear to comfort you.
Bracing your wings.

Alone there is no compass.
No direction known.
With me, there is nothing to fear.
Learn to exhale.

Thursday, November 13, 2008


When night did silhouette the bird against the moon,
I stood in empty space for your return.

But instead of careful tread on hallowed floors,
I heard the wind and nothing more.

The lights of town spread far below, the lonely sound of a whistle blows,
telling me you’ve gone away, not to come to me today.

Though I can never leave this place, you wander free
Around the world, across the sea, so very far away from me.

In endless night I roam the dark, waiting breathless until light,
to sit in silent misery, and know it’s just the moon and me.

Before you’ll come cross road and glen, silver dust rains ‘round my face
and still I wait and wait and wait….