Wandering

Sun warms skin even as I shiver against that breeze.

I watch you smile, climbing to meet me.

Settling in for a nap in the grass I realize this is beautifully easy.

Waking in your arms ready to face the night

where in the dark we walk, towards the sunrise

and when we reach the ocean, then we will sleep in the dark again.

night

I could love you, you know,

if only you'd let me.

If you'd give up those fears

stop trying to protect me.

I could love you.

Thoughts of you fill my mind

and I smile dispite myself,

recalling words

whispered in the dark

in that blackest night.

With a silent prayer I wait for the wind to carry you back to me.

Voices

i sing
out to the world
where anyone who cares to

listen, hears

and pour out the words that are carried in this heart
like thick honey on one of those cool
Cleveland days

the homeless man in the courtyard tips his hat
as he shakes his penny cup, too

i sing
out to the world
where anyone passing by
might turn their head, wonder

and think.

where is that voice? carried on the wind
like the message of some distant deity we hope exists.
their eyes drawn all around until the light changes
and they continue on their way

as i remain hidden
beneath the green green leaves
in that courtyard,
across from the homeless man shakin his penny cup,
between the statue of the virgin and the cool stone of the cathedral wall

i sing.
and listen as the coins in his cup shake out a beat,
watch as his faded suit walks down the path,
the world takes no notice
the cathedral bells ring out the call for mass
and he hums a few of my lines


i sing.