you do not have the right

defies death with every verse.we are more than death,and less than the snail’s journey.it be not the lie clothed in many words,but the scar revealed on the naked breast!and genius itself some small miracle,like walking on water,or painting the moon.the beauty lies in that whichwe cannot perfect….in that which already ‘is’!

when your lonliness lights a candle,then i will come as wind to blow it out.when your tears fall onto my scars,then the silence between us breathes….

named,compassion, action,and forgiveness.one flew away,and the other twoturned to stone…even the windcould not revive them!

a tired old hat hangingon a forgotten peg.the flower garden bare,the windowpane sighs.the old rusted spicket,covered by the spider’s web.empty boxes in the closet,filled with nothing that remains.wood stacked against the porch,even the old dog knows.letters falling from the mailbox,the ink wet with rain.my hand buried by the wellhouse,my heart buried neath the gravel!

i roam the earth with passion.i have no home.i carry the voicesof hunger and need.are you then the rain?falling on the good and the evil.giving without asking,touching deep without guilt.dialogue, and encounter,we rock the darkness.leaving the trace of our madness,in branches blown asunder…and small puddles of water,in the cracks in the pavement…that children will wake…

old and young, flavors and colorsdiverse… simmering, simmering…keep the fire steady.seasoned with experience,with turmoil, and trials..we wait in dead silencefor the feast to come.great birds circle, clouds heavy…with rain… all must come,or none, it just happens that way!in the distance faint music,there’s a knock on the door…the Stranger has arrived,and time has expired!