The Path Of Promise

Walk the wild ways, 

Let roots entangle shoes, 

Seek no freedom from

Nature's pressure. 

And so with love. 

Thoughts do wake the

Sleeping heart to race

Through feeling's forest,

There to open once-locked

Doors for twining vines, for

All the complications which

Spin the lines that bind 

Minds and souls, a-sundered

Spirits born alone but for 

This beauteous calamity

That forges wholes from

Holes.

Black This Rainbow’s Arc

...Then we met.

Who could've foreseen

Such subtle symmetry?

Abreast we ran life's

Steeplechase, each the

Other from pitfalls kept...

 

Yet Time 'twas the gauntlet

We could not outrun.

Safety tossed, caring lost, 

Solo goals for belly-crawls

In the place of saving

Each the other from all falls

Now years and distance

Separate, our races we run isolate.

Same old dangers we still face

Each in our lonely chosen place.

Perhaps less friction in our days

But what a price that we have paid.