Anymore

These are the last lines I'll write for you.
I've said all the words
Given all I can
They aren't enough
They aren't what I mean anymore.

These are the last tears I cry for you.
I've seen it through
Grown to know
You aren't as perfect
You aren't what I need anymore.

These are the last nights I dream of you.
It's just not the same
Gotten away
I'm free
I'm not in love with you anymore...

A Place in Your Heart II

I'll hang up my red ribbon
Still your favorite color is blue
History repeating
I ran my race for the finish
I trained all year
But when she hits the pavement
Effortlessly
I struggle.
My lungs inhale fire.
My heart pounds jungle drums.
My feet hold lead.
She cruises the course
Effortlessly
I struggle.
Second place is not a place to you
Maybe I didn't want it enough
At least I wanted it at all
I watch her run ahead
Effortlessly
I struggle.
Just to keep her insight.
She steals your heart whole
I struggle.
Just to place.

Remember, remember this

Think of your wish.
Remember, remember this.
See nature at your doorstep
With a hunger to ask for more.
Know that sunrises are more precious
when you tend to wake-up late.
Believe that belly-laughs are powerful
Enough to break down walls.
Embrace your large family tightly.
All are brothers, summer sisters now.
Understand that love is never waning
as you give it free as breath.
Hold on to this in those dark nights,
Being so far from this home.
When the questions seal your lips
Think of your wish.
Remember, remember this.

Question

How is it the silence breaks;
Why my hands no longer shake!
Who can know and honestly say
Where she is passing on her way.
What does the absence speak to thee
When these question marks completed me?

Wordsmyth

No word I speak marks word on page
To pronounce what hopes I wish to say.
I would read you poetry if you knew
how much each lyric heavy-hearted weigh.

And people say I read to much
I look for a world beyond my door
And yet no matter what I read
I am still longing for something more.

Perhaps I hold too much tragedy
For tonight I read the saddest lines
When even true love I see can fade
And every fair sometime declines

Yet somehow I love with words so deep
Words of gladness and not of woes
But how my cheek still blushes pink
to think of my love as a damask rose

Words and pride are all I have
when all I breathe is breathing you.
Still I doubt the words upon my lips
Because reading words can't make them true.

Countless volumes cannot help me now
Though countless, say I, is love for him.
Shamed am I to lay down love
And wake Diana with a hymn.

And all my words from borrowed ink
can't spill the secret no one knows.
Three spoken words from tongue and lips
can speak to you my heart's true prose.

I find the choice is mine to make
or to sweep under the rug beneath.
Shall I make our story a happy end
or a happy daggers bitter sheath?

Poem to a Mute Woman

I tell him
I'm just fine
When I speak no words
that you can hear
I write poems
which you don't read
that call out love
for you.
Will I ever
find
my
voice?
And stop being
Mute
Mute in love
So obvious
Until then
I'll wait for that day
That day when I will
Speak.

The Hole

Digging down to make a life,
I dug one hole and named it.
I stayed at the edge of the hole,
Waiting calmly, yet impatient.
Weeks went by and I forgot
The hole I christened awhile back.
Until I embarked out one day
To follow along a lost one's track.
And though I was the only one
Who named the hole I fell into
Too long ago I named it "love"
And so I fell for you.