Just Thought You Should Know

When we say goodbye on the telephone,
I wait until I hear your phone click
before I hang up,
just so that I can have a few more silent moments
of knowing you're there.

The River and the Forrest

You feel so small
underneath the waterfall
when you hear the river call.
My river calls.

You call the trees your own
because the forrest is your home,
and you know you're not alone.
We're not alone.

We're not alone, here with each other.
We're not alone.
We have a Father who is here for us.
He made our love.

Lover of Mine

Lay your head close to my heart,
and I will bless my own lips
with the touch of your eyelids
as soft as a butterfly's whisper.

Let your eyes shine
always and never should a tear
fall onto your good-morning blush,
so that your perennial smile is as dry as it is warm,

as your arms heat my countenance
and your swelling chest below mine softens the realm of my existance
more so than new towels from the dryer,
and twice as comfortable as a branch of cotton.

We can escape to the land of stars apart from concrete
in the middle of the day,
for like our bond,
the sky's burning map is as present as it is invisible.

Let the blowing of the leaves
be our love song,
the deer-tracks through the tall grass our center isle,
and the wind our spirit guide,

and we can be joined with
the birds and the sky
looking with the eyes of the solar system
as our witnesses.

If

If they would listen
they would hear her pain.
They would know her sorrow.
They would cure it.

If they would look
they would see her beauty.
They would know her worth.
They would appreciate it.

If they would stop
they would taste her tears
they would feel her falling away
they would smell her sweat.

If they would listen
they would hear what she has to say.
They would help her grow to all she can be.
They would know that they have the blame,

but they just put more bricks
on her back,
tighten her leash
around the doorknob on the front door,
and whip her back to work,

and she works to drown out the tears.

Wondering...

Why is it that when I walk past
a flock of birds
they all take off unanimously
with that "whish"
that I adore
and then, as one entity,
land in the tree.
Why do they all go to the same tree?
How do they know where to land
before they take off?
Do they have assigned branches?
Why don't they run into each other?
It is for this reason,
as well as that rapturous sound of wings
that sends me running through parks of crows
screaming at the top of my lungs
just for the hell of it.