A New Home

A New Home

The colors on the walls

to not match

at one time the floors

were straight, even sturdy

now, sagging and remain rotting

Like all things on Earth

rotting away

with the broken mirrors

and molding sofa, rats

nibble at ancient crumbs

Among shards of glass

laying all around

atop the vast cracks

of a crumbling foundation

in which I called my home

Standing in the doorway

which held no door

my black-rimmed eyes

surveyed, for the last time

this wreck, a sorry excuse for a house

Dirt caked feet shuffled

me from room to room

brushing my heavily callused

hands as I went, reliving

the tireless years spent making this disaster

The corners of my eyes

caught myself in

the remains of a rutty

mirror, bestowing the sight of torn, battered

clothing on a skeleton body

Fitting too closely here, yet

too largely there

rain began again, bringing

more roof down in its path

a loud thud resounded

One last look back

into the darkness

then I was gone, holding,

clutching my arms to my

stomach, not allowing a turn back

Mud splashed up on my

shivering, bare legs

droplets rained down on my cheeks

whether tears mixed in, I

did not notice so

Onward, trudging, climbing

up the valley

the King's mansion in my

sight, slipping atop the

damp rocks, groans let out in pain

Branches, weeds, all of that sort

wrinkled wet hands

gripped with determination,

shoulders quaking to succeed

The last effort over the edge

I stood momentarily,

shoulders slightly slumped

balled hands in adrenalin fists

I was finally here

Relaxation swept over

charming my body

walking easily through the

steady sprinkling of a shower

from the rolling clouds above

Stepping each mudded foot

onto flawless marble floors

I had no questions to ask

only mysterious graciousness

for the King who asked to buy my house

Every belonging of mine too

no money he brought

only the golden key to the palace

and an urgency in his voice

to accept his offer with hast

Each room was emaculate

every corner decorated

the only thing left was

the note on small white

paper resting on a cushioned chair

"My house and possessions

are all yours

wear the jewels and crowns

explore my palace, my kingdom

it is  now your home."



Whispers in the Wind

Along the forest floor

the silence is shattered

as the branches, the leaves

begin their hourly dance

Sliding here, sliding there

to the music only

made by their stamping

errupting all around

Relaxation is carried away

an empty mind

suddenly fills, a

heart resumes a rapid beat

In the music a voice

too familiar to ignore

whispers between the beats

of the wilderness anthem

The whispers inch closer

with every passing moment

a hand reaches out as it

slips easily through the fingers

Once again the dancing stops

silence washes over

relaxation is found once more

One Window Is All I Need

One window is all I need
to watch the sky cry for me
to lose myself in its framed beauty
wishing I saw it in myself
to look out the window and touch its pane
sliding my fingers carelessly
smudging here and there
though easily wiped away on a window
the same is not for me

At Last

At Last

In a harbor just after dark

Shaky hands light the wick

A subtle flame illuminating

Pale toes beneath the

Ever coming waves; waiting

The water was warm and

Thick with sea salt much

Like the air was filled with

Anxious anticipation that caught

In a tight knot in her throat

A soft wind curled around

The coast’s bend pulling

Back the sails of the

Magnificent ship, the journey

Had not been easy nor brisk

Tireless water beneath swelled

Before it, daring and daunting,

Heaving against the crusted

Sides, thrusting the ship

Aback, but never without a fight

Many miles had separated

Along with many quiet

Nights and rainy noons,

Threading hope into a thin

But sturdy rope to hold

Again the wind blew

Bringing a brown lock into

Her face, obscuring, only

For a moment, the vision

Of her deep, never blinking eyes

High to low the swells

Carried the boat, the gusts

Forcing the sails forward

Speed growing and strengthening

Going now with and not against

Atop the bow the captain

Stood, his gleaming eyes

Set on the ongoing

Horizon, wondering if it

Had been worth his travels

Dawn was creeping on,

Tickling the  edges of the

World, her heart grew heavy

Against their rope, keeping

The flame alive, for a promise she made

She would not leave as

She had told him so, today

Was the day, in the water

She must wait and

Never fall into a slumber

He feared the sunlight

Now as he saw it peaking

In the West, its light

Was dangerous to the

Single flame that guided his journey

Cursed wind, how slow it moved

The journey was long enough!

Cursed eyes fail to find

All that he had been seeking

Time was running dry

Clammy hands twisted around

The brass holding the

Dripping candle, its wick

Was almost gone, the end

Surely now in her view

But, oh, look there!

A mast has come in view

Making a speck against

The gray, cloudless sky

Come, flame, burn a little more

Could it be what he thought?

He narrowed his eyes to see

Yes, indeed, the light he’d longed

For the many miles could

Separate them no more

At last