Sunday, October 27, 2013

Matters of the Heart

The Dove


Relief breaks across my heart like waves upon a sandy shore,
The struggle that I could not fight has left to trouble me no more.

Before the face of certain death, I stood alone, unarmed and proud,
My heart resigned for what should come, a living, beating burial shroud.

The treasure of my inner soul, the light which shines within my sky,
The one I love above all else, had threatened from my world to fly.

What chain, what grasp, what anchoring weight, could I attach to such a one,
When love requires open hands, and she must fly free in the sun.

And so no harsh or angry words, no pleading for a time to come,
Could pass my lips, but only this, "I love you, till my life is done."

And so set free, my love did soar, a gentle flapping towards to air,
And just before she passed from sight, she paused and turned with grace so rare.

And back into my life she flew, a shy, unsteady, halting flight,
And to my open hands she came, and set my life and heart aright.

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Once again.

The Open Road


Once again the dusty road,
leads before me to the dawn.
Once again the unknown calls,
Daylight comes, I must be gone.