Your tears
Let me dry them for you
Your scars
Let me heal them for you
Your broken heart
Let me mend it for you
Your hands
Let me hold them
Your tears
Let me dry them for you
Your scars
Let me heal them for you
Your broken heart
Let me mend it for you
Your hands
Let me hold them
Here and there
I stop to wonder
Sometimes it hurts
Others it changes me
Words, words, words
Forever we’re mired in words
Some are true and some look it
But all just sound like words
Heaven hath no greater wrath
Than sickness of the young
Stormy cloud is not so loud
As whimp’ring head, low hung
The rain falls hard
As on a tin roof
It drowns out all
But thoughts in one’s head
There is no ‘time’
Nor ‘history’
For peoples through the years
Look in their eyes
And you will see
The same undrying tears
The landscapes morph
The buildings fall
But people stay the same
Forever lost
Each one and all
Is blind and deaf and lame
Things grow
Things shrink
Things come and go as they please
Things move
Things stretch
Things are there and at once gone
They are not constant
Not strong
Nor grounded
Nor can they be relied upon
In short, they
Are nothing like
You, dear.
I’m addicted
To ink
Ink on pages
I can’t get enough
Each day I need it more
And more
More ink
Hold my hand and walk with me
Along the leaf-strewn path
Tell me all you have to tell
I’ll listen, rapt, to you
Teach me ev’ry corner of
Your ever-spinning mind
So I can with patience walk
And understand your tales
Walk with me through darkest night
Where moon and stars don’t shine
Let me take your heart in hand
And soothe its anxious beat
Though I am but human, I
Will love you best I can
Walk now with me; hold my hand
Life we’ll together face
I lost a bet with destiny
When I went down that road
There, destiny did punish me
For charging forth, unbowed
It said, ‘Dear child, you’ve trodden far,
But now you ought turn back;
Ere you your life lastingly mar,
Along this curséd track.’
At first I did resist, and plead
For destiny’s mercy
But soon I saw it knew my need
And hoped the best for me.