Monday, November 22, 2010

now finally in these november days
life begins to shed some of its grimness

and music falls down the misty sky
in ancient hypodorian, o come o come...

it is your tenderness filling my heart that pulls me on, 
and nothing less than the fullness of joy beyond sustains me.

Monday, November 1, 2010

whose feet are these
slipsliding in the ocean of all that is,
what catches up the breath
in the flow of everyday things,
lurching the heart to fear?

so close is love to fear 
and no seam to follow one way or the other...
only a slight lean on the spirit to guide the craft.

this was a hard risk many days, for both of us,
a leap out of the boat for no apparent reason,
other than for love.

of such is the curve of this kind of grace 
precious as foam
on the long wave homing to shore.