You: A Morning Poem


The air crumbles into silence and

the words behind my lips are not enough,

will never be,

as the air around us is a fragile wind

on which words whither instead of fly.


For simply being you, the fires of laughter light up our souls

and burn the way forward, pathways forming and

fading, but not gone for good.

And the hours we counted will remain locked in

the stony heart of time.


Those pockets and bubbles stretch apart

like wispy clouds in the sky,

and spill out like raindrops on a chilly morning,

and frost the roots of our future,

and climb the horizon each day,

every day,

a rising sun of remembrance.


And in all of those ways

you are with me, and ever.

Because you were simply: You.




Once a night I awaken in sweat as dusk’s last light refracts sharply through the window glass. Dust fills the air
Alive on the breeze from my breath; unfrozen particles escape my shivering lips. My eardrums booming with
The repeating noise I most fear. Encompassing the walls and the floors, the steady beating of a nail most sharp
Ticking away night after night, hour on hour, scratching and tapping the hardwood floor while the
Clock strikes two AM. Wildly beguiled I sit and I stare and then I despair as I watch the souls
Of two lost people drowning in faded light. I allow a soft whine to trickle out under the moon as night brings
Terror. The terror The terror the Terror. Alone and in darkness. No light but my eyes, and I shudder under the
Will of the sparks of life wallowing in the air around me. But my haunting mistakes and the shapes of life
Never will fade until the lights come on again and my own face is reflected in my irises and everything will

Sidewalk Raindrops – A Dip Into Poetry

Sidewalk Raindrops

You brushed right by me two days before now.

The sidewalk was littered with raindrops and

our footsteps opposed the same direction.

But then you called my name —  I thought you did.

What you said was something else. I still turned

and saw you smiling and you saw me, sad,

not crying, not frowning. Your smile began

to fade, and in nanoseconds, slivers

of time between the clock’s hands rotating,

flowing from one second into the next,

I blinked, face flushed, cheeks rise, my teeth breathing

air as lips


Muscles, tendons all contracted and pulled

a smile, rising high. And then you returned

to satisfaction, a happiness when

you realized the

world was happy

for that one



You stretched forth your hands. My feet carried me

‘tween sidewalk raindrops in your direction,

alight, alive with

affectionate fire.

’twas doused by the realization that you

reached for another man running into

your arms. Your face buried on his shoulder,

the soft breeze tossed your hair against his cheek

and your eyes remained closed. I walked on with

quiet footsteps. Open your eyes, I’m gone

but your smile remains.