AND SHE LOVED HIM FOR IT
3/31/2014
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She could see him
his truth
his art
she could see through the broken parts
through the darkness
and to the light
that he carried deep inside
and she loved him for it.


Charity

Nothing changes for me
as I reside inside
another shimmering night
the day comes and goes
and it takes me through
it's practiced methods 
of surviving this life,
but then evening
saunters in
with a swirl of her colored cape 
splashing the sky with golden pink light
teasing the world
with a dizzying breath of beauty
just before night
and here I reside
inside
a peaceful thought of you
inside a luxurious tune.
I take a breath
and pick up my pen again
I like my alone
I like my longing
I like my wandering
I like hiding out in a book
I do
and I like this sheet of paper
and the way it invites my heart
to reveal every desire that I would never dare say
with my two lips aloud.
And here I am again
at days end again
residing alone inside
of another shimmering night.


Charity
3/21/2014

I have no problem
With the waiting
I've grown accustomed to the wanting
It’s the wondering that kills me
It’s the wondering
If you’re wanting
And perhaps even waiting
The way I do
for you
But love It’s not the waiting that I’m hating
I would wait a forever or two
The way I always have for you.
No not the waiting or the wanting…
It’s the wondering that kills me
The ever growing

never knowing
Wondering if you’re wanting me still
In the way I've always only ever wanted you.

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I found you in the early morning
lit with sun
damp with dew
cool like wind
and distant as the other side
of this world wide
while I reached for you,
but my hand passed though.
As if you were imagined
like some brilliant thought
there for a moment
and then there not.

I loved you in the sunlight morning
loved you immediately
just like that, 
loved with a love I did not understand,
loved you completely... even as
you passed right through me
like air
like light
like a fleeting kiss in a tumbling night.

But for that sacred second in time
You were real 
and you were mine.

I drank your words
I breathed you in
and I stayed right there
after you'd gone
the whole day through
to await your return again.

Charity

The quiet
Contented
Peaceful knowing
That we are connected
Always
You and I
And each
Of us
Separate 
But together
In a place
Very much like love.

Whether we say it, see it,
Show it
Know it
Admit we feel it
Or choose to reveal it;
We are connected
By the river
Of an energy
Wild and free
That we
Tend to call love.

Charity