gentle blush of snow

capping the mountain surround

a reminder

things can look beautiful

at distance view

only to climb rocky terrain

careful, deliberate placement

of handholds and foot pulls

to reach ivory apex

and find yourself

knee deep amongst the bitter cold

and only chance of sustaining warmth

found in retreat


as I wanted to

never knowing 

how I effected you 

I can only lay my thoughts in the sand 

wishing some to gather against you. 

for then you will know 

I never hoped the hurt of you. 

only to wipe the gritty sand from your hands,

dry the sweat from your brow,

and offer you a cold drink of water.

if somehow that never came across 

I wish it for you now.

from she 

who holds your hands in the dark,

in the times of worry and weary days,

she will care for you 

as I wanted to.


maybe if I swallow hard enough

I can digest the ghosts of dreams.




formed in black and white

as a silent film

reel at the midnight showing.

I can’t hear it.

the mouths’ moving but

I don’t know what’s been said.

I can only watch,

like a car crash,

and can’t look away.

though it will scary me every day

as I replay it




dreams of dreams

I can’t seem

to sleep off

or osmose.

courage coursing 

in vulnerability I find no comfort 

in attention I find no glory


run into shadowed shade cover 


in whisper of the unnoticed 


keeping strength 

in my own blood vessels 


in my own ailments 


in my own hand 

I stand to two feet 


if by chance I reach 

I stand in spotlight 


met with slap 

back of wrist reddened 


back of neck blistered

I shrink back 


away from Hurt’s possibilities 

away from Rejection’s recourse 

I retreat to my own courage 

coursing through these deep veins 

leading to my tender heart 

in touch to others remembering 

every story has wounds 

and worries 

and wonders 

and wishes 

of the lost 

like mine


paint me in gold leaf 

gilding my common earthenware being 

with a touch of special 

we all hope to be special 

when we see that from another 

someone who has covered us 

in a layer of metallic 

sees us shining brighter 

than our plain stoneware reality 

we gasp in appreciation 

grateful that someone has seen value in us 

astonished at an aura 

we never knew we had 

and when they go 

or their eyes no longer squint 

at the golden shimmer of us 

we only wish 

to again be painted 

in the gold leaf of yesteryear

heart therapy

some times 

when a heart breaks 

she just wants to 

share the quiet with you 

have you listen to her tears 

(that soak her sheets) 

hear her risks 

(of trying yet failing) 

and advise her 

(before the quiet ends) 

that one day 

someone will 

believe enough in her,

understand enough of her,

and risk his battered heart 

for her