You are the light

let in the light
from the room around you
the sun above you

be part of the shadows of the sky
chase your shadow
run behind yourself
and in front

you are the light
that moves me
moves the world

move freely
banish the dark
with each step
walk lightly

tread gently
on this good earth
among the people
and in the light

together lost

if you follow me
you'll be lost among ribbons
of yellow and blue cotton lace

caught in a sunset
that's just risen into the pale,
orange sherbert shade
of a summer drink

in the drift of a raft
along the light blue water
of a deep, brisk lake
in early summer

in the bite of a sandwich
topped with a chip

in a dream, rolled
in a cotton sheet
next to you
watching the days pass
through a veiled window
of opaque glass

lost
together or apart

together
if you follow me

the anonymous journey

heading towards a destination
with no start or end
just a rocky road,
sunshine, and waterfalls
that sprinkle rainbows
sometimes only rain

giant puddles to jump into
and pools of light
and water in which to wade
and to wait in - for perfection -
or whatever is close enough
to make you happy

some days it is the right sandwich
or a piece of toast golden brown,
warm with butter
a clean shirt
that looks great with your new
brown shoes
as you walk towards
an open door
that leads you somewhere

the inevitable end

death surrounds us
waits for the right moment
for us to succumb to its will

it knows we are scared, it is glad
it hopes that we are happy
for the time that we have
it wants us to run,
pleads for us to fight

death is lonely in the night

it hopes we live right
with love and foresight
it wishes we could never
know its plight

death is lonely in the night

without it, it'd just be
a forever race
no way out of this
earthly place
we'd simmer, stew,
think and brew
run out of things
to say and do

death is lonely in the night

your words

there isn't a day better to write
than a rainy one
the sky is already open,
your mind ready to follow
your willing pen
not distracted by the sun
or the laughter outside

your pen doesn't question you
or why you choose this life
of a poet
alone with your words
and lined paper

you, always with this wish
that swells inside
this wish that one person,
also alone on a rainy day
may be sitting at a second hand
computer and
he reads your words ,
and they sink into him
as if a bite of chocolate cake
or a warm bath
they steep into his mind deep
and your reader knows
your words
are the ones
he's always been looking for

time's passing

as the night approaches
the day is almost through with me
a few more things left to do

like the laundry
apples to buy
pb and j  for tomorrow's lunch

oh, but the day
it is almost through

and i,
am almost out of time

not like the cancer patient
or the man who
took too many pills

i have tomorrow

still no guarantee
of my next breath
can be assured

conscience

a dark, grey being
that resides in a barrel
sometimes tumbles
through my fragile heart

appears to spook out
the goodness of the world
brings with it hints of sorrow
to remind me that the world
is not perfect
that a person died today
because of the color of his skin
or the hat he wore...
the symbol on his arm

that a child is alone tonight
in a shelter
or on a street
carrying a gun
to protect his little brother

sometimes i allow
this grey being to linger
to deepen my conscience

the pain of the world
is all of ours to bear