Purity Against Resolve

In the end, it will be you
Making up the stories of this world-
And if what is true and good,
Is what brings truth and goodness,
Then love is the only lesson worth learning-

For we love as we are,
Not as we're told-
And there's courage and there's fear
And so what?
Freedom is no orphan-

But there is sacredness too,
Lying impervious in some forest clearing,
Out beyond the shabby walls of progress-
Or staring into you like a lover,
Dreaming, as you dream, of happiness-

A Light On The Dock

If it were simply a question of need,
I'd have buried your name
With the rest-
They speak to each other in that place,
But not to any light I recognize
Their voices fading out
Before my ear can reach them-

And whatever exists of those silver mornings
Resides in our graves-
I never imagined the memory
Of a long pondered cherry tree
Would usurp my devotion to your silence-
Though now, in midsummer
Only cicadas write their stories on the wind-

A Dream Of Flight

It was easier not knowing;
To be born like a star, so pure,
Swallowing the darkness;
I was your dying breath,
The one that choked you
As you tried to say goodbye;

I shine now as you wanted,
For I can be nothing else;
Without guidance or sign,
A child still,
Rising small and golden
On borrowed wings~

A Bond

You're not the rebel, brother;
I know the tattoos seem a transgression,
But you are dearly loved;
And if you find me walking alone,
Sooner than you needed,
It's only to save myself;
For when the seas rise
To drown the obedient,
We will all be rebels;
The bad sons, and willful daughters
Of a dying world;