the summer song

In the summertime I sleep
with the fan on,
but I still sleep alone.
I tuck my pillow in beside me
while the reverse silhouette
of the moon
lies like an imaginary darling
across my face.

riding lessons

Just call me bedtime jockey, cause my nights have all become nightmares 

scaffolding thought patterns

you carry my heart with you (you carry it in your heart) 

whatever i have is yours 

all that i am is yours, my lord and my God

whatever i do is done only by your hand 

you have made the stars

and the heart of the sea is in my chest 

you have given us both 

restlessness and peace 

whatever a song has always meant

the music of the heavens

and the melody among the leaves

all is yours and mine

because of your great love 

oh my God 

you carry my heart (you carry it in your heart) 

the glow and the stretch

There are daisies
in my veins
the stems stretch to my fingertips
the leaves flow into my hair
the petals in my eyes
are among the brightest on earth.

The breath
in my lungs
is the north wind
the south wind
the east and the west wind
restlessly pressing in and out.

You can see them
consuming young me
the flowers
the winds
the shattering lights
the glow and the stretch.

But when you cannot
when time has withered
who will see
who will admire
will I alone
feel the depth of their root?

I hope that when I am old, the footprints of those I have changed shape the wrinkles around my eyes.