Dawn's Fading Mist

Bend my soul to meet your needs;

Twisting the fibers through your loom,

I feel my hand pulling the threads,

Eager to join your art.

I've given the rest to you, you see - 

There's no more left to draw from;

And even if I could, what use would it be

To have an infinite spool

Of my monochromatic yarn?

Such are the questions I ask

When I allow myself that briefest glimpse;

Of the hopeless inadequacy,

Of too many thoughts and too few deeds,

Of laying my heart on the page

When your ear is only a short drive away...

What makes the truth so difficult to bear

That we feel it better mollified

With a promise of obscurity?

What hope does love have

If its only moment in the light

Fades with dawn's shy mist,

Forever destined to hide

In shadows of the moon?

It prays and it waits,

Driven by the chance it'll see

A brighter side of ethereal hues.

That tangible bridge between

The doing and the having-done,

Carrying the weight of decades

In a glancing, ill-conceived attempt at song.

For the Unspoken

When I'm with you, the clichéd meanderings of my heart fix upon a signpost the simplest explanation for all to see: that loving you has forever been my quiet dignity, and terrifying reality. Saying so could mean the end of us, however we may be; but it's getting harder now since the more I think, the more I try to understand my reasons for never saying anything.

Afraid of it leading to the boneyard, beyond my ability to retrieve. Afraid of my intentions and what they're hiding from me. Afraid that through all the years we've come, the roads between us were never really the problem.

But here I sit, surrendered to my heart, scribbling its thoughts before my mind rips them apart.

And if all it took was a single look, or maybe two or three; a single word, or hours and hours of talking; if I could spell it out plain and clear,

My heart speaks loudly, and Love is the only word I hear.

Honest(l)y

Look for beauty in the things we do for ourselves,
unencumbered by some external presence...
Those thoughts, those actions,
The daily world of the totally private,
Delve into that world from another perspective.
Look for beauty in the untold dross of everyday life.
It will be beautiful because it is honest.
Honesty...

Remember what that word means?
Remember the days of your youth,
When the emotional response was the only response?
When a simple injustice bore the weight of the world?
And now... Think now of what you've done -
What atrocities of the human spirit you've committed,
In the name of reason, goodness, or family.
Think of the lives you're ending
With the fires you've started.

And then ask yourself why the smoldering ruins
Smell so familiar.

Lens

What does it mean when you finally break through to someone? When the impregnable shell that forms so many of our lenses to the world, falls back, and leaves open our sight to the truth...Of ourselves and those around us?

Do you ask someone, "Is this the most honest you've ever been, with me, or yourself?"

Can you ask for self-awareness before the moment passes?

Those moments. How we long for those moments. Brief glimpses into the purity of motivation or rejected truth... Can a single look ask for something so guarded?