POLITICS

Cut them down,

Those dusty puppets of reason,

Whose musty ventriloquism

Through flaky, painted smiles,

Is treason to the heart.

HOW

Softer still,

Than dandelion whispers,

A more gentle falling

Upon your ear,

Than a flight of

Angel feathers,

The mighty silence

Of listening,

A quicksilver shimmering,

Brushing that same

Sweet silk,

Glistening,

Between these words.

I bid you hear,

The eternal echoes 

Of this heart,

Shapeless,

And free,

More common

Than dust,

As precious

As starlight,

Warmer than

Ten thousand suns,

Do I love thee.

QUEST

The single request,
Made from birth,
Since suckling breast,
Till laid in earth,
Is that you foretell
Much more than I,
To spell my worth,
Before I die.

LED BY THE NOSE

Love has no season,
Unlike the rose,
Nor has it reason,
I suppose.

HIGH TIME

A tide is rising high within,
Of a vast, reflective sea,
That hides with love,
Yet fast begins
To uncover eternity.

BEHOLD

Where lies the beauty of a rose,

If not arising up in you?

And where the course a river flows

Beyond that source to know it true?

Then nature's art is none at all

Save we distill the greater part,

As music charms no vacant hall,

Thus, love fills an absent heart.

NONE OTHER

There is none other,
Sister, Brother,
Watching now
From out those eyes,
There is none other,
Father, Mother,
All of life
Within you lies,

And none who question
Find that name
In liberty
So unprescribed,
Yet blesséd are
To ask the same
In love
So vast and undenied,

There is none other,
Sister, Brother,
Watching now
From out those eyes,
There is none other,
Father, Mother,
All of life
Within you lies.