Choices
Alone, it seems the choice is clear.
At other times, not so.
Perhaps, it is fear
Wearing the guise of wisdom.
Or perhaps it is experience
That acknowledges the odds of things.
No gambler am I,
Yet even I am aware 
When all the cards are stacked and marked against me.
No set course do you seem to have.
Yours is a ship that sails freely
Coming briefly to rest at whatever harbour you desire.
Sailing, breezing,
Furrowing through to lands and places
I can only dream of.
Come sail with me, you ask.
But how can I?
My life is tied to land and earth
And the things on the shores.
Yours to the wind and the air
And the rise and fall of the sea.




For M
A time and a place to heal,
To reflect, to feel.
To still time.

Lost in a maze,
Reaching through the haze
For solace.

Encased in care,
Feelings laid bare.
A spark of hope aflame.

Watching as it dies,
Dreading the distance in your eyes.
Moving on.














Devotion
Not what I wish to give,
But what I have.
Not what I wish to say,
But what I do.
And when I do, it's not enough, I know.
Often the words fade away unsaid,
Like some shimmering image in the road.
Near enough, but just out of reach.
Lost to me for all time, but ever present.
Forgive me.
In a world where devotion is counted as nothing,
I bring my paltry gift before your altar.
I offer mine to you.




 I Tell You No
I tell you no,
Yet all the while
I'm thinking
No force could ever move me from your side.
I tell you no,
When my own eyes
Betray me,
And you and I both know that I have lied.

A mind divided,
Frightening thoughts consume me.
What sort of gift
Is this to give to you?
I stumble in the darkness
Fighting shadows.
Your hope aflame that somehow I'll break through.
The pain I cause
I feel in double measure.
I can't explain while yet
You love me so.
But through it all 
We struggle on together,
Defying all the odds we both should know.
(sigh)
I kneel before my fears.
It all results in tears
And so...
I tell you no.











For G
Once we walked together.
Crossing time and space.
There in the center of a bridge we met,
Dropping pebbles into the imagination.
Watching the ripples.
Laughing at each other's efforts.
Casually skipping stones.
Just skipping stones.
The bridge is no more.
A structure resting on beliefs
Is dispersed like wisps of smoke
When we no longer believe.
We can rebuild.
But alas, our tools will be brick and mortar.
Lost to us is the magical bridge
Fallen into the mist.
Only the memory remains of the special link
That use to span the distances between us.




Headed Out
On the highway between you and I.
Alone with my thoughts.
My eyes are transfixed on the road ahead,
Seeing nothing.
No one behind the wheel really.
My mind darting about like some erratic driver,
Weaving in and out of my conscious activities





Waiting
I mentally flip through the days,
Caring little for their passing.
Only one of them will do.
The one that brings me
To you.




Midnight Repose
The house is quiet.
The fan drones in a soft whisper overhead,
Cooling the night.
I fold my arms over my head for a moment.
Muscles tired and aching from the day.
And then I think of you.
And my body aches in yet a different way.