This Union

The fabric was torn in 2013, but you can’t unplay a symphony. The echoes have a mind of their own.

At one time, perhaps,
this union
was the casually tentative alliance
of two vaguely kindred spirits,
Lewis & Clark of the soul
in search of Emotional Passages.
Perhaps two dancers engaged in defining
the parameters of a certain joy, bodies
working in pleasantly passionate harmony
with the understanding that the contract
would last as long as the music.

Surprise.
We began to generate our own music,
and threads of experience became this
tightly woven tapestry of a rich history which
continues to blossom growingly each day, our
simple melody evolving into the symphony of
this Union.

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Wedding Band

Often times as we held hands
your fingers sought out my wedding band
feeling it for reasons I never knew
perhaps it was a comfort to you
that though the years were growing long
the love was there, the love was strong
It always filled me with tender pride
when you touched my ring
walking side by side

Late Summer’s Night Shakes

Gentle sunshine
rains down on the perpetual parade.
Plenty of nothing
signifies the sound of one
hand clapping furiously.
Perchance we only dream
of these outrageous fortunes,
rub-a-dub-dub and let it Be.
Curiously, the cat dies of
inattention rather than
dignifying any of this
with a response.

Orders

Hate is the crime
when there’s so much to love
and we’re under orders
from God above
to love
to love
to love

Hating the sin
and loving the sinner
is often easier
said than done
but if you choose to accept it
that is the mission
to love
to love
to love

Virus

A tiny fist
clutching your finger
is a moment that
you wish would linger
that small warm body
cradled in your arms
is one of life’s most
irresistable charms

But time brings growth
and nothing stays the same
except these bonds forged
like unbreakable chains
Life is a virus
a powerful strain
it will not be defeated
it cannot be contained

Ordinary Days

Trying to recapture
a feeling you once knew
may not be the most productive
thing that you can do
situations change
and life gets rearranged
hard to catch a bird
that already flew

I miss the ordinary days
when doing nothing special
was special in its way
I miss the ordinary days

I don’t think of Christmas
or the Fourth of July
but sitting in the backyard
watching kids chase fireflies
talking of the day just done
and the day to come
You want a little ice cream?
I’ll go get us some

I miss the ordinary days
when doing nothing special
was special in its way
I miss the ordinary days

I am grateful for the memories
of something some folks never get
so I am not complaining
I am just explaining
why I wish it wasn’t over yet

I miss the ordinary days
when doing nothing special
was special in its way
I miss the ordinary days