it defies the odds
gravity and logic
love meanders its way
through endless stars and summer skies
lovers hearts and hands
pull tight against the coming
nestled semi circles entwined enmeshed engorged
until we come up for air
and sink back down
night time howls past the alleyway
standing by an open door
blue eyes pink flesh taut against
the guitar strings
the alleyway becomes our heaven
a kiss passionate steams
hiked up sleeves
and then its finished
memories of her in that open door
and then it was gone
Note: The Book of Proverbs warns us of those alleyways. Our eyes land, they fall and destruction is soon to follow.
I realize that poetry can show the dark corners where I used to live, but hopefully it can serve as a warning as well.
Those alleys, those streets lead to despair. Ask anyone on East Hastings what life is like. Most will say it is a life without hope.
I thank The Lord that I have been called out of the streets. If you are in a place that has no hope, call on Jesus.
little day breaks
through a shift
a paper smile
tears closely at the edges
sun danced golden hair
streams silvery bright
neon frescos dot the city lines
there is no where
there are no traces
where I don’t see her
she is the last daughter of the moon
and I long to dance sublimely
under her stars.