I Loved I Love You

I loved you when my heart broke and we smoked in your car.

I loved you when you brought me back by saying “I love you.”

I loved you when we held her as she left from this world.

I loved you when we got lost and forgot who we are.

I love you forever, for always, for being my you.

A Series of Perfect Moments

I struggle to find the right moment in a series of perfect moments.

I search for the perfect time, when the words will tumble out of my mouth and into your heart.

Every moment spent with you is the right moment, and my anxiety whispers, “I’m sure he knows.”

But what if you don’t know?

What if you don’t know how much I care?

I cradle your head in my lap, smooth your hair and whisper “I love you” as you slip into your sleep.

I am the Phoenix rising

Burn myself into a cinder
I’ll be rising, ever higher
Into fire, wings igniting
Ash is falling, I am rising

Smoke and blood
Snow and ash
Water, fire
Soul and body

I am the Phoenix rising

Star to star
We’ll pay our dues
Then be reborn
And love anew

I am the Phoenix rising

Stay Tuned

Please watch this space for an upcoming blog about spiritual epiphanies, the nature of reality, self love and acceptance, and a whole lot of dorks was.

It’s time to share my story. It’s time to be brave and share my journey as I see it.

Love.

It Will Never Be Enough (for Evey)

Confronted with this fleeting life, aware of my own mortality. 

Waves of realization overwhelm me as the future becomes absolute. 

Terror, chased away by memories of how you looked when we first met.

That first warm and gentle greeting as your eyes peered into my heart.

Once you weren’t there and then you were; now it is as though you have always been…

…near me,

… beside me,

… my solitary witness,

… my dear one, my Evey, my love.

Give me another day, another breath, another night.

It will never be enough.

A Drunk Man Sings Bob Marley

A drunk man sings Bob Marley in the street below while I enjoy a weed high and write bad poetry. A lifetime ago, there would have been tears, but now I feel so much there’s no reaction powerful enough to convey what I’m feeling. I just sit and listen and silently hope that one day the world will remember to love.

WIP: I Have Seen the Ocean of Light

The World calls into being Another, one who will live awhile. Who will learn what it’s like to be singing and dancing, to know an embrace made of tears. But also to learn how to dream and to question, to also be peaceful and strong. To learn what is perfect and pure. The world that is hurting, another, another. A gentleness ushers love in. In the cradle of gold light, a Source made of beauty. Another, another, arise. Into forever and beyond all knowing. Beyond, beyond, beyond. All things we know passing. Another is being awakened. A calm wind. A silence. An echo of approaching dark. But there in the dark, a solitary light source. The brief interlude of our waking.