The Dream I had of You

I distorted my stories in night’s spell of sleep
His face showed a history I had not seen before,
Yet I kissed him regardless:  my heart longed to leap
To when we followed footprints on Africa’s shore.
I distorted my stories in night’s spell of sleep.


While the moon meditated memories rearranged.
Diseases took leave and our farewell was unsaid.
No more did my fingers fiddle tiny Zim change
So I wouldn’t forget.  I had him here instead,
While the moon meditated – memories rearranged.

Last night brought him back to me as daunting dreams do.

‘Cross an ocean he traveled to unite with me,
To verify that Fate’s visions for us were true,
To revive what we were, and to seek clarity.
Last night brought him back to me as daunting dreams do.

How I ignored his longing sad questioning eyes…

All he wanted from me was to be close again,
But I was hurried, restless:  Americanized.
I gave him few moments – and I met other men.
How I ignored his longing sad questioning eyes…

In the midst of my flurry, he found his answer.

Without a word, without a “one last” anything
He left.  With hurt as consuming as the cancer
He could wait no longer – he left me the suff’ring.
In the midst of my flurry, he found his answer.

Would that waking antidote my guilty wrought cries;

On second chances, I committed heresy.
His dark absence haunts me like unfulfilled tight sighs,
And I’ve wailed ‘til my voice box pleaded for mercy:
Would that waking antidote my guilty wrought cries.

I wait:  for dream’s strength of memory to someday wane

Into something unrecollectable.  Farewell:
Left unsaid, incomplete, and with rekindled pain;
For we are no more – neither here nor in sleep’s spell.
I wait for dreams’ strength of memory to someday wane.

-- circa 2002

Step in Time

My chair has broken beneath me

There are no other chairs around

Creaks were clues

Reckless rocking, causation.

One crash.

Pain, humiliation, loneliness, regret, memory, forgetting, unreal, delusion, savior, hurt.

Build up was months in coming:

I knew.

Even when I made him laugh,

I knew.

Even when I said good-bye – so lightly,
I knew.

Even when he held my foot beneath the table as we talked of the world’s problems and he suffered his own sickness

I knew.

But there was always maybe.
What if?

Someday…

But I knew.

-- circa 2002

Between Mozambique and Zimbabwe

High on a solemn edge of the earth
He sits with stones displayed on his stands.
From this precipice he can harness
Sun’s red rising with his small dark hands.

Black and strong his child hands reign in
The morning chariot light of sun
‘Til it looms above his lonely lair
And casts the spell of a day begun.

He carves a Prayer and a Step in Time
From soft marbled rock until they shine.
Their surface smooth reflects sun’s glow
Mirroring the morning sky’s design.

-- circa 2002

Image from here.

Eschewing "fairer weather"

Recently, a few "couple friends" of ours have shared that they are having some relationship struggles.  While this isn't unusual to the world at large, hearing it from these friends in particular has been fairly shocking for us.  As I've kept them in my thoughts and prayers, and as I've reflected on the ups and downs in our own relationship, the song Love's Recovery by the Indigo Girls keeps playing in my head, so I thought I'd share the lyrics here:

During the time of which I speak it was hard to turn the other cheek
To the blows of insecurity
Feeding the cancer of my intellect the blood of love soon neglected
Lay dying in the strength of its impurity
Meanwhile our friends we thought were so together
They've all gone and left each other in search of fairer weather
And we sit here in our storm and drink a toast
To the slim chance of love's recovery.
There I am in younger days, star gazing,
Painting picture perfect maps of how my life and love would be
Not counting the unmarked paths of misdirection
My compass, faith in love's perfection
I missed ten million miles of road I should have seen
Meanwhile our friends we thought were so together
Left each other one by one in search of fairer weather
And we sit here in our storm and drink a toast
To the slim chance of love's recovery.
Rain soaked and voice choked like silent screaming in a dream
I search for our absolute distinction
Not content to bow and bent
To the whims of culture that swoop like vultures
Eating us away, eating us away
Eating us away to our extinction
Oh how I wish I were a trinity, so if I lost a part of me
I'd still have two of the same to live
But nobody gets a lifetime rehearsal, as specks of dust we're universal
To let this love survive would be the greatest gift we could give
Tell all the friends who think they're so together
That these are ghosts and mirages, these thoughts of fairer weather
Though it's storming out I feel safe within the arms of love's discovery

The Roads of Mozambique

Dip us and bounce us and move us along
Taunt us and shake us for we don’t belong
On your pebbles, your peat, and your potholes
In our traipsing jeep, shirking your shoals.

My stomach performs gymnastic high feats
As you proudly punt us out of our seats.
Each time I prepare my last surrender
Our tires astound me and on we plunder.

-circa 2002

Photo from http://www.swild.com/scenes/southern_africa_2002.htm

Inspiration from a Tea Bag...

Life is a Chance.

Love is Infinity.

Grace is Reality.