Saturday, April 29, 2017

Last to Know

I got the call
as an afterthought
sitting cross-legged
listening to the 
friendship now
frail & wrought

My mind became a whirlwind 
& numb to the knowledge 
that things will surely change
the tin-can rattle of the 
material range
swirling with the blustery 
grandstand show
that even a
stroke of misfortune 
could not stop the 
floundering flow

It was a silent goodbye
to all the yesterdays 
those high-flying 
concerted ways
& a knowledge 
that even the best of friends 
move in tangled ends

Some day 
dear girl 
you'll want more
than the material world 

But not yet
no
not quite yet
& that 
makes me 
most sad

Sunday, April 23, 2017

It's Been a While

It's been a while
since I've loved myself
quite like this
alas, I don't think
I ever have
until now

Arrival

I was always 2
2 parts of 1 soul
past & present
always thinking
a little irrelevant

It's been a long journey, my friend
7 years of my inner
tumultuous wind

Like a butterfly tossed about
no clear direction
no north
no south

& here I am
my arrival
like a second coming
holy revival

My wings may be battered
but my hope is restored
my dreams
once silent
arise like the sun
promising to
never again
lie vacant & ignored