I Salute You

If you got out of bed today,
     I salute you.
If you didn’t, but promise the next day,
     I salute you.
If you were up all night and cried,
     I salute you.
If in the morning your eyes are dry,
     I salute you.
If today you admit that you didn’t smile,
     I salute you.
If today you say tomorrow you’ll try,
     I salute you.
If you wrote or said what’s on your mind,
     I salute you.
If you close your eyes and wish things be fine,
     I salute you.
If you fell down and got back up to start,
     I salute you.
If you fell down and watched the stars,
     I salute you.

Explain to Me How

Explain to me how
     Falling asleep in your arms,
     My face buried in you,
     Safe from the cold,
     Are not enough to say I’m losing my mind.

Explain to me how
     Waking up to your face
     And your voice from my chest
     So sweet and kind
     Are not enough to say I’m losing my mind.

Explain to me how
     Crying my soul out
     And drying your tears dry
     When things go down and rise back up again
     Are not enough to say we’re losing our minds.

I can’t.  You can’t.  We can’t.

This is the End for Me

This is the end for me,
              my final stop.
The end for me, my ink’s
                     last drop.
As long as this fear lasts,
As well as the shadows of the past.
I hope to write of better things,
  of times with wind and wings.
I hope to think of better thoughts,
Forget them all– all those wrongs.
But words are tied to memories,
The ups and downs and tears and follies.
So maybe perhaps, I must say,
Whatever things are now, I must stay.

Solitary

The lights are out—
       And it’s dark,
       And cold,
       And lonely.

The doors are locked—
       And it’s silent,
       And patient
       In waiting.

I looked from top to bottom and back—
       I know what this home lacked,
       Someone to light the lights at night,
       To open the doors until midnight.

I sighed and and took my keys and went in—
        The dust had, again, settled in.
         I climbed the stairs, heavy with sentiment,
         Back to my solitary confinement.

You Took A Piece of Me

You took a piece of me
And threw it out the sea
You washed them up like my words,
Doomed to an oblivion of paper and ink.

You took the rest of me
And healed it like your own
And filled my ears with words  I never would’ve dreamed,
And  and voices I couldn’t have revealed.

You took a piece of you
To patch me up again
And now together we are sewn,
In thoughts and words and souls.

You took the rest of you
And brought them back to me
And dreamed of dreams and hopes and all,
And hands and arms to catch me when I fall.

I See Flashes of Your Face:

I see flashes of your face:
Against the flickering lights;
In all the shades of your favorite hue;
Upon the blank face of my bedroom walls.

I hear the sound of your name:
In the soft murmurs of the wind;
And the gentlest whispers of the trees;
Through the littlest creaks on my kitchen ceiling.

I smell the scent of your hair:
Lingering in the air–
When the wind blows against the curtains;
When my hand runs along familiar folds and pieces.

I feel the warmth of your arms:
In the sweater you lent me one cold morning;
In the coffee we shared one evening;
In the sun light waking me up everyday.

I feel you everywhere–
Anywhere,
And I hope you do too,
Feel me, even somewhere
Will do.

If I Ever Get The Courage To Say It

If I ever get the courage to say it
And agree to what you’d always admit,
What would you make out of it?
What would you do for it?

If I ever get the courage to say it
And tell you the visions– that’s what I’d admit,
Would you laugh at it?
Would you believe it?

If I ever get the courage to say it,
Even when the rhymes and meter won’t fit,
Would you still hear it?
Would you remember it?

If I ever get the courage to say it
And you’d see all my blood and vomit,
Would you hold onto it?
Would you still keep it?

If I ever get the courage to say it
And stop being the person you see from where you sit,
Would you turn your eyes from it?
Would you get up your feet?

If I ever get the courage to say it
And show you the old bridges I burned with it,
Would you risk it?
Would you look at it?

If I ever get the courage to say it
And drag you into my life’s pit,
Would you go through it?
Would you not quit?

If I ever get the courage to say it
And hurt your eyes with the candles I lit,
Would you still see the tears when I weep?
Would you make that leap?