poems

I am never early
just on time
in enough time it seems
to greet an empty room
shaking hands with ghosts
listening to the train whistle
that left a solid twenty
minutes ago,
that is my late arrival way.

Stars seem captive tonight
held fast by their own gravity,
and so am I in thinking
that space would mirror me-
the freedom of my inward gaze,
all life is light, the eternal light
that fills the external void,
I close my eyes and see a galaxy
within, and that space is
the loving space we make
where others live and move,
that space is also freedom
and also love’s expression
thus love is also life as well as light.
The face of my youthful being
was mainly green and vain,
and with it’s passion came the pain
until it came to know a person’s
inside beauty,where so well hidden
it came to know it’s timeless age,
where an old man in time
hides his ageless youth.

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I forgot who I was in the
chaos and the kisses, the open
ended declarations of love
and in the late nights of passion.
I left myself on your doorstep that first night
when we joined as individuals to create a
whole. I was your sub piece, the one you
looked to when you needed someone,
but I was never able to look to you in return.
Somewhere along our journey I lost the things that made me who I once
was,
and when I turned around to pick up the pieces
you started to notice.
As I began to rise from the darkness you cast over me,
you started to dim in color.
I realized that you had to be the sun in order to live,
and without a shadow, you felt you could not shine.

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