Sometimes I find
that I hold on too tight
squeezing
twisting
until the flowers
droop dead in my hands
too much
too little
words said in good intent
yet sometimes I find
I hold on too tight
Today Daddy
I will pick some flowers from the field
and give them to you
to place in your vases by the windowsill
with the soft sunflower curtains
bathed in yellow light
So I won’t go on
squeezing
twisting
until dead flowers
fall from my hands
Daddy teach me
how to hold
flowers
Words spew
Seeping into
my carefully folded ears
My soul growls
hungry
hungry
reaching for the telephone
should I call?
And confide?
Or should I sit in the silence
and look at you
Words pound
past hands on the steering wheel
sideways glances
reminding me of gravity
hands reaching out to cling to
mine
gripping tight too tight
and yet when I
feebly lift gnarled fingers
to cling
I seem to catch at
nothing
and still my soul growls
hesitant footsteps pacing inside
out of
barely cracked doors
needy needy feet
running towards rumors
of light
yet their feet don’t seem to
run towards me
and still my hands
reach
grasping
grasping
desperate cries stifled on
silent tongues
muffled by
a need for love that cannot be filled
by telephone calls and
rumors of light
barely cracked doors in the dark
feet and hands
run
cling
grasp
until I look down and see
your right hand holding
me
My soul still growls
hungry
but I don’t have to grasp
at closed fists
amber hues breathing under
barely cracked doors in the dark
I cling to You
Your right hand upholds me.
Your feet
they run towards me.
Swollen ankles
feet pressed against muddy ground
eyes fixed on crushed grass roads
towards a balding summit
teeth clenched
thighs sour
sweat filling the pits of a newly washed sweatshirt
You call.
I turn around
Swollen ankles
hidden in soggy sneakers
forgotten in the mud
as I behold
a mist-filled glory
from the valley deep
deep deep
blue
at the feet of rolling gold
sunlight streams through
afternoon drizzles
clouds pale greens and yellows
shades of light grey ochre
sheep sleep stoic
under purple screens
Swollen ankles
climbing a rusty hill
lighter as wind tickles my years
and light tangles in my hair
Fingers skimming dew tipped blades
winking past bewildered sheep
wind whispers promise
as you laugh beside me
Swollen ankles
limply lift
lift higher
higher
body tumbling into open air
headfirst
eyes wide open
Swollen feet forgotten in the mud
headfirst
eyes wide open
We fall into the sky.
Beauty incomprehensible
Just a breathe away.
Whispers of the ghost of a king
the stars expand to try
and match a light
Uncontainable
Mystery sings
and Love loves on and on
Whispers of the ghost of a king
In craggly cliffs
In stifling attic houses
In lands of deep deep darkness
Beauty incomprehensible
Just a breathe away.
Whispers the ghost of the king
Walk into my heart
Like in the cool of day
I live within your eyes
Face to face
Heart to heart
Cheek to cheek
Walk into my heart
like in the cool of day
I know I’m not alone
Hand in hand
we dance
and I
I walk into your heart
Like in the cool of day
I know I’m not alone
I am
who you say I am
Your delight
Beloved
Walk into my heart
Like in the cool of day
all I know is love
the light within your eyes
and I know I’m not alone
God By Dockside 