luni, 28 septembrie 2015

If the mockingbird don’t sing



Drink whatever water
the rain is willing to send you
because one day the lake you will
be swimming in
will become a mirror
sheltering your image.

Seek whatever truth
your heart is able to give away
because every lie adds to
the collection of darkness stored
within a blind lighthouse
seconds before
the perfect storm.

Greet with an open heart
whatever lover
who tells you goodbye
because the Broken Trinity
of the Broken Father
the Broken Son
and the Broken Holy Spirit
is the last joyful mystery
and the end of all guessing.

Accept whatever diamond ring
your mama is willing
to buy you
because the mockingbird
won’t sing at five o’clock when
you will be serving your
precious tea
but in the morning
at the least expected hour
when every absence
seems so real
and every presence
uninviting.



vineri, 18 septembrie 2015

Being afraid, Love asks its bare question



Being afraid
Love asks its bare question
robs us of our separateness
forces us too close
to one another
and we succumb to the feelings
become part of them.

Being afraid
Love is a dancing partner
who will shoot
the heels off your shoes
if you are a lousy dancer
and believe me
its bullets are not blind!

Being afraid
Love is a salesman
of fancy pajamas
for even fancier parties
because lovers
are embarrassed
to show up naked
on their first date.

Being afraid
Love is a false clue
in a private investigation
because nothing
can really kill anybody
when they need
somebody to love.