I Sometimes Wish

I sometimes wish to be
       the face behind your words,
The voice behind your smile,
And the thought that makes you look up the sky.

I sometimes wish to be
       the reason why you dream,
What you hold onto, to hope,
And the name you call to cope.

I sometimes wish to be
       all of these,
To be what I dream to be,
To be what you are to me.

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.