Braids

The braids of thread that once connected us
are tightening around the neck of humanity.

But I believe that the intricate weave of diversity holds,
even still,
the power to embrace us
like the warmth of a quilt on a cloudy day.

And
we
can
be
sewn
again,
stronger
then
before.

The rhythm of things

my eyes gaze outward
as warm light streams through the window
and suddenly
i am where i want to be

but you,
you are some place far away
like you've lost all sense of time
yet, still late for something

you ask for my watch
and find it
somewhere between the sheets
but you never check to see

the rhythm has started
and you wish you were still asleep

The call that never came

I will stop waiting

for the phone to ring

but I'll never give up hoping

that you'll call again

Circle

I've seen you in my dreams.
but I could never quite see your face.
It was a blur,
but I'll never forget how you made me feel.
That's how I knew when we met
that it was you.
Yours was the face
I'd seen so many times
but also never seen before.
Until that November afternoon.
I didn't notice you at first...
Maybe my heart was protecting me
or trying to send me a sign, a warning.
Because ever since that day
You've broken my heart
in a million pieces
more times than I can count.
But you've patched it back up with your smile,
you've fixed it over and over again.
Maybe that's what love is...
A circle of breaking and fixing?

Heavy

I feel the weight of my tears
heavy, like the weight of you

You and I together
my heart beats faster
but my smile fades

I can't even begin
to make sense of it all

Heart

For you to break my heart would mean that I gave it to you,
and this I do not recall doing.

Maybe I let you hold it for a moment,
while you captured my attention.

Maybe I let you borrow it,
to hold close on a rainy day.

Maybe I knew you needed a piece of it,
because you never knew what it meant to love.

But give my whole heart to you, willingly?
That, I did not.

Maybe I knew from the beginning,
it would never be safe.

beginnings and endings

she appreciated that he thought he was saving her...
saving her from some sort of heart-ache.
but, such an abrupt ending?
that's not what she wanted, or asked for, or hoped would happen - not at all.
nor did he, she trusted.
but their beginning saw an end before a beginning began.
and to that end,
in the end he was the one who needed saving to begin with.

Untangle

Can we never feel what we once felt
and pretend we never met

Take our paths and just uncross them
and agree to just forget

It's not asking for much here
and I think you'd agree

We'd be much better off
if there was no you and me

Horizon

I can't find a color,
that describes me just so.
This shouldn't be hard,
they're just colors, you know?

Not yellow or green,
or something in-between.
I'm not red or orange,
Perhaps I'm one you've never seen.

I'm not really purple
and certainly not blue
I'm an odd one, you see,
a different kind of hue.

Wait! Now I've got it,
it's not what you think.
"You know that I'm different!"
I say, with a wink.

The color of the sky,
when she meets the sea...
Why, I think that's it;
that may be me!

Seasons

Summer heat thickens the breeze
Fall leaves sway with gentle sighs
Winter pierces through without warning
Spring blossoms perfume the air

Much like the seasons turn
we, too, are sure to change

This is our love.

one small wish

if things are what they are
and it is what it was
i'd still wish this one thing
this one thing, just because

i'd ask you still love me
the way i love you
i'd wish this were real
that this wish would come true