Dreaming Dan
I dreamed of you again last night.
You were a just a boy,
eyes bright with promise,
and hope.
I hugged your small body to mine,
then held you out with my hands to look at you,
to take in all that I can no longer see
in my waking life.
I told you how much I miss you,
and asked when I could see you again.
You did not answer,
You just smiled at me with that
impish grin I know so well,
and my heart…
September 28, 2018
It is rage, Smothering, choking; It is night, Drawing down light; It is fear, Haunting empty hours;
September 25, 2018
Last Rites
You lay before me, so still
Skin pallid, and lips the blue of twilight.
Your face inaminate,
No quirked eyebrow or mischievous smile.
Your absence is still incomprehensible
In the light of this terrible morning.
I kiss your cool forehead,
Thinking of the trials and turmoil,
Of this path of pain we travelled together.
When everyone left, it was always you and I who remained,
to weather the…
July 13, 2018
Torn
Maybe if you are very sensitive,
Mourning must tear you apart,
And fling the pieces far away,
Leaving you broken for a time,
Difficult, defensive, vulnerable, fragile,
Until enough time passes
for the ground of your being to
Become fertile again in darkness,
To draw its’ precious nutrients into your heart,
To fill your empty breasts that still ache with remembrance,
So that you may start to rise,
June 26, 2018
The Empty Well
Grief is an empty well,
where the voice of the beloved echoes
but cannot be answered.
Grief is the silent sky,
after lightening cracks open the heavens,
and thunder shakes the earth.
Grief is grasping,
for something you can no longer hold,
that is just out of reach.
Grief is heavy,
austere and grim as a Puritan zealot,
who sees joy as sin.
Grief, harsh teacher, bitter companion,
who steals the…
June 24, 2018
