Category Archives: Love

Footprints

Footprints in the Snow
Footprints in the Snow

these are the footprints she left behind
before she turned around to go

slow

these are the footprints of a child
following her in the snow

slow

the camera shook slightly
tears stained by the glaze
it was her time to go

slow

 

–Rest in peace Trooper. We will meet again some sunny day.

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love is good

Summer Sky rainbow
Summer Sky rainbow

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
dawn
nestled semi circles entwined enmeshed engorged
until we come up for air
and sink back down
again

warm

keep your heart under control
and feel the smooth winds howl
kissing you
as remnants pass by

soft summer sky
forgotten
across the landscape torn
but she yields to no one
lying and dying
a violent streak hidden

behind blue eyes
she tells no one secrets
of stones unturned

softly spoken

silent soul wonders
as the wind reminds us of winter
the landscape covered
winter white
and the snakes lay buried
waiting

white ghosts travel across the highway
where there is no home
no rest
and the snakes sleep deep

she is softly spoken
like a kind word
never heard
but always felt
and the snakes sleep deep

castellian nights

they shine above
and you do not know why
brilliant distant
tears that touch the sky

cold winter wind
catches morning light
a flare a tear and then its too late

we said goodbye across empty space
across empty time
paper dust folded my heart
like a stolen rag
forgotten.

open door

night time howls past the alleyway
and memories
of her
standing by an open door
blue eyes pink flesh taut against
the guitar strings
the wind

the alleyway becomes our heaven
backroom deals
lust
a kiss passionate steams
hiked up sleeves
and then its finished

memories of her in that open door
blackened sweet
a touch
a drink
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.

daughter of the moon

little day breaks
through a shift
a paper smile
tears closely at the edges
bright
sun danced golden hair
streams silvery bright
neon frescos dot the city lines
mall entrances
hall entrances
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.