I’ll behave in the setting sun, When you’re not around the chambered room, And maybe this is what life is supposed to be? People running carelessly through other’s hearts, Never knowing how to keep anything together, We rummage through drawers and fall apart, The sunken…

She is asking for your best loaf of bread as she beats you. She smiles as she walks away with all of your bread. Later, you thank her.  

Lit by starlight and moon beams Powered by inner sight and night dreams Take my Spirit to soar beyond the great divide Where I was before one with All inside.

You are the cloak I chose. Like any protective visage, there has been assault and wear even great care cannot hide now. You have served as a symbol for some suitor’s best day, and other’s worst. This mask you made almost convinced me.  

Like my own fingers holding the cup I live by I drink deeply and swim within the liquid we share. This space that is between only knits us, like an exoskeleton, tighter together, a strange organism that exists in spite of it’s Self, for each…

She is twilight and guardian Mother. Her medicine scatters the dark. She is Teacher; lone, alone, loyal. Her honor is the energy of the ages. She is the path inward; governor of intuition. Her raven will fly for you, if you trust the full moon.

….of the sea, and earth, and stars he rode in on a pulsing red wave settling all safely into his deep, blue ocean where we became his tides washing ashore to lap delicate granules of sand and turn the shells back to him, as he waits…

Robert Frost I’m a little bit lost When the road did diverge I chose straight, not merge

  You came to us pup bones and fur, bouncing Spent your days licking, cuddling, pouncing Sleeping next to the hearth lost in dreams, dancing Autumn time hunt in tall grass fields, prancing You left us white of face, sighing we bereft, crying Your place…

A crack in the sky lets sunlight seep through the logy muck of morning and mourning making this one moment peculiar, enough to reach up and tear open the heart of the orb that sustains us while pulling us under into the distant keening.