Hidden

But the peace which comes my love
there is no lock on the door
And now you can shut out nothing
let alone the memory of
        the war
Some kind of peace now
one hell of a peace now
All bruised and tattered and sore
as long as it hurts less than the no-peace
you were forever crashing through
before
Because this is your peace now
This is your peace now
and in the end what you will find
is the quiet absence of any power you
once believed built a castle in the sky
hidden in his golden palace in the sky
cringing on the cloud throne
playing blindman's buff with time
his hands reaching for you
his hands reaching for you
but even the unbroken must learn 
how to cry
alone

The war against hope

“You were my friend,” I said sadly. 

For an answer Marietta just turned away, her eyes downcast. 

“Enough of that,” the witch told us.  “Now come along.  I have plans for the both of you.”

Grief

Fool for waiting

Fooled into waiting 

for something 

more

Far Away

When you are a vanishing star

a galaxy stuffed into my little heart

Acceptance

“I like your t-shirt,” I told her.

The girl smiled at me.  It was a relief to realize she couldn’t quite talk yet.  But when she gave me a little wave and turned to go with the dogs, I knew what she was saying.  She would be seeing me again soon.

            

I did not want to see her.  I did not want to know her.  But none of that mattered anymore.  The girl in the cage belonged to me now. 

My heart hurt.  Thinking about the little dog in the woods, I lifted my hand to my nose. 

It smelled like cake.

Bonfires

Stretch me across your rack, my love

turn tight the wheels

I will not cry

I will not cry since I have

been dry for too long

I should have known

I should have known that

the moment I found the heart to 

bring you here

I would be so much more alone.

Escape

Tell the little girl the devil is pounding

on the gates,

salivating,

waiting.

God reserves a special place for you

it is where the clouds burst and bang

the loudest.

It is his business to forgive,

not mine.

His.