She speaks

without saying anything at all,

through eyes

that seem

as though they’d seen it all,

yet still accept

because they know

that nothing lasts forever,

after all.



I couldn’t remember a time when you were not there.
For every childhood joy, you were there.
If I scraped a knee, or shed a tear, you were there.
Time moved forward, yet you stood still
and watched, while I grew.

Your familiar loft had welcomed me when once I snuck in
to steal my first kiss —
a secret you never betrayed.
I’ll always remember how wondrously foreign everything felt in that moment!

Nestled on the crest of an impossibly verdant hill,
it seemed as if the land itself had birthed you,
so perfectly were you situated.
Your unassuming white doors were a backdrop
for every spring’s breathtaking palette of colors;
and your ruddy red walls were like a warm beacon
which could be seen from miles distant defying winter’s gloom.

The passing years took me away;
yet nostalgia urged a return —
and so pleasant memories of simpler days
frolicked in my mind as I ambled once more
through your forested enclosure.
I never dreamed that when I emerged
you would not be there.

But too long had I been gone, for you did not greet me.
What I saw in your place, most called progress —
though I will always know better —
and so I resolved to build you anew with my pen.


Connection is a mysterious thing

which people can share — it makes us sing!

It’s like the grape to the parent vine,

yet more complex and hard to define.


As if a web that a spider’s spun,

it weaves two minds until they are one;

the simplest of gifts any might give —

since if alone, for what would we live?


Yet what composes such ethereal glue?

Just the words which we say, and the things that we do.

So peer real close — straight down to its heart —

now surely you’ll see that love’s the main part.


Ah, caring and sharing, what joy to be

mingling forever in such company!

Yes, friend — you and I, I and you —

I know nothing else more true.


Life is relationship.

If Only

The union of love yielded you, precious daughter.
And the memory of that moment
when your eyes first opened fresh,
and stayed upon my own,
will forever breathe perfumed air into my soul.
Two tiny windows revealed a tranquil sea
of joy and innocent mirth,
the brightness of which no camera could capture —
and an understanding passed between us
such as I had never known —
I saw eternity in that instant.
That gift, once delivered, perhaps your purpose fulfilled;
for then you departed and would not return.
The years have passed, yet the thought remains —
who would you have become
if only you had more time?

The Heavenly Butterfly

Tho’ the righteous shed it oft too soon,

Their mortal tent is just cocoon

Which in life they toil to spin

To emerge forever free from sin;

The silken faith from which it’s framed

Will reveal the glory at which they aimed.


Changed in the twinkling of an eye,

A Voice will call them to the sky

And from heaven the cry will ring —

“Where, O death, is now your sting?”

Soluble Bonds

I speak to you the language of my soul —

not from a piece, but the whole —

you will not hear it, you see your way —

so what is left for us to say?

Once, I gazed into your eyes

and saw a willing compromise …

that twinkling gleam, now turned stone,

crushes the heart and chills the bone.

Two became one, now becoming two —

Is this what you dreamed when you said, “I do?”