Look How Unsettled They Are, Sweetheart Mainstream Society Shaking Their Label Makers In Our Faces Demanding

I crave the stability Of change The comings and goings Of people Of emotions Of attachments And the letting go

More specifically I crave the consistency Of growth The calm acceptance Of loss The parallels between Two lives flexing And bending and crossing

I crave the certainty That comes with Evolving beside My beloved Sailing down a river That splits And to where?

I crave the security Of knowing Nothing Wrapped in a warm Blanket of presence No future to make me Feel so uncertain

What do the living Do with the dead? What do we do?

What do we do when Someone vanishes?

What do the living Do when consumed With such a void? Death Is for the living

I can write about love I can write about birds and cats And the movement of water

I can write about solitude About the comfort of silence And have it all mean the same thing

The sun and the moon Are not lovers

The sun is like a Planet's mother

But the moon wraps Itself around Earth

I have been the rain So I could fall upon your skin With each drop another kiss Just so I could touch your lips

I have been the moon So I could bring you light at night So you wouldn't feel alone Or feel a darkness in your home

You have been a shiver Your touch a spark along my spine I can feel you in this room When your thoughts of me resume

We have been vines Woven together You wonder if my mind's on you While I'm wondering it too In doing so we make it true And suddenly I am there with you

He is a kitten Licking my wounds His scratchy Little tongue Warm and wet Against my skin

Maybe for some It is too difficult Too strenuous To even think of Life filled with Softness or beauty

When forests Are always burning And the plague Is ramping up And societies are Divided and violent

Maybe some Will wonder how Anyone can find Hope these days When our earth Is crumbling down

But he rubs his Face against mine Licks my hair And I will not let Any cruelty Touch his world

This goodbye is so long A blessing and a curse You said, though It feels like neither

It might end too soon A downpour that comes Suddenly, leaving Abruptly, sun shining

For now it is a drizzle That comes and goes Throughout the day, I am overcast, I am gray

The time I spend alone Is so precious and Soul filling, it is needed

My time away is a Haven, a grove A quiet reserve I call home

And my heart is so full Of myself, known, I Am satisfied, quenched

I am far from her now That longing, if it's there, To be near her is rare

I am sitting at the window The sun is out but it's chilly It's a lazy golden afternoon The neighbor's chickens Have escaped their coop again They're wandering down the street Stopping at bird feeders And pecking at the ground

It occurs to me after minutes Of simply observing the Peculiar way they move their heads That I have no thoughts in my own That I am completely mesmerized By mindlessly fleeing fowl It is a good day for watching And doing nothing else at all

Pine needle forest floor Afternoon sun through the trees Bunches of wildflowers Hovering bumblebees

The smell of baking bread Hot chocolate in the snow Fire in the hearth Its simple healing glow

Warmth within my bones Favorite memories All the magic in the world What you mean to me