too close to the blade, too far from the fire,
too long defined by lonliness and grief.
they say there’s a wind,
that comes from a forbidden place.
that strips leaves from the trees,
and causes mountains to shudder.
they say there’s a god,
whose name we cant say.
who walks naked in the instant,
just before dawn.
and they say there’s a lover,
who smells like me.
who tastes like my hunger,
whose voice i know.
yes, and they say there’s a time,
when the wars will cease.
when the hungry will be fed,
and someone will care.
and i pray there’s a hand,
and eyes that shine…
that darkness will undress me,
and name the light!
that small kindnesses will turn,
the ancient potter’s wheel.
and make me a cup,
held close by your heart.
if i dance tonight beneath trees that weep,
know that tomorrow i’ll burn,
know that my lips wait still…
know that i am alive…
as words fall like leaves…
the cross i lay down,
is but a shovel, but a pen…
the page i write upon…
you, simply you!