Sunday, December 18, 2011

Halfway


Yes, oh, yes, I’m halfway there
and, really, really, it’s okay
to be stuck and nearly buried
neither here nor there.

But my place isn’t yours
and I can’t tell you how it looks
and it may be hot or may be cold
dependent on a point of view.

I’m halfway to the promised land,
halfway to loving you,
and halfway to creating
my beautiful reality.

I simply am halfway
and I think it’s fine, indeed I do,
to be neither here nor there
because, oh, yes, indeed because
one day, one day, one day …

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Leave them


Distant is the star I used to wish upon
and further distant is the feel
of wishes coming true
in a world of silent lovers
amidst the din of noisy haters.

It’s not really that they hate;
they’re simply empty, cold,
and feelings neither good nor bad
can live in dark dank places.

And I can’t touch them, no, I can’t,
for the chill that creeps within
and tries to take control
of my essential grace.

So I leave them there as you should do
to grovel in their own petard
and wonder every day and night
why all their noisy frenzies
hurt them instead of me!