The bright numbers
Are two and three
Or four if there is food enough for all
But one has no brightness
For someone to see
Cause no one
Is alone

You had the grace to carve me from your side
A rib astray in a place where the bones are not the same
All silver-aged, rough, and cold with moss.
For a tick of time I felt I could catch the beat of your life
 Like it was before, rich and warm with you.
But I finally know what I'd give up to gain what you've lost.

I'll hold you warm and dry Just us against the night Till dawn accidentally arrives

I'll find you in my hope Every time Somebody messed the water up I'm fine

Dying Days

It gets easier to

                         jump

When your fingers aren't married

to             the                     rails

It gets easier to fall

When gravity doesn't

Fail

It gets easier to take 

          The next step

When you've already given it up

Impaled

And left on some shabby sticks

Who took the sting

                               from it's tail....

Waking up
Is the act of making
Dreams real

It is only on our knees
That we truly stand before
A Creator

My Compass

Your love
North's me to your heart
When every direction is pain
That's why it's called
Compassion

Prodigal Father

He stands at the rejected doorway
Heavy shoulders waiting
Loss crinkling in his corners


He stands at a remote crossroads
With the world at his side
And a smile bright as a coin


He cries deep like a well
Like a tree whose sap is blood
With the slow grief of a cosmos

I saw him there
Because I was searching his face
As I hurt him


He hunches over the barely-food
That will never be his, recalling
When nothing was needed, not had.

He was cut by the foreign stones of home
But they could not reach
His blow carved deeper than his bone

This man whose name is mine

I saw him stumble
Because I saw my blunt face ripple
In the murky puddle.


He leaps from the doorway
A bird set free from time's cold cage
Tears paint laughter in every line
A man ditching dignity
To reclaim a son.

Change
Isn't going to a different place
It is
Doing different things at the same places

Trust isn't stillness,
Standing on your own shadow
Trust is swinging
Your legs out over the abyss of light
Holding faith between your toes
That when foot and shadow finally meet
On unknown ground
It can still carry you.

Trust

Wake no more
Rapid heart
Set your nerves
Down where we can see them

Summer

Summer's wasting, but not for me
The rivers here run cold and clean
I could find the time to throw a thought your way
And I do
But my arm's not strong enough
To reach to you

Summer's wasting, so I hear
But all that wasting passed you by
This year
Things don't know how to be different
But you have changed

Summer's waiting
All for you
Just cling to His hand
He'll bring you though.