My expectations conquer caution thus: They breed the “musts” and “should have beens” and I Can feel “perfection” overtaking trust. My day too often starts out on a lie And by the end I feel beat down and tired, Unable to feel joy in every day And in the little
My hope Pattered in A lamb, meek and mild Culminating in the end As a thundering vindication. My sorrow Blustered in A towering rage of hurt Culminating in the end As a spark of rain washed hope. My joy Hastened in A warrior, bold and sure Manifesting in the end
My eyes have seen the glory of the stars Shining in the corners of your smile. They see the growing solar flare you are That I have longed to cradle for awhile. A supernova, fire in your veins Compacted into star stuff two feet tall And glorious as nebulae. I
I took the hope you offered, clenched in fists Still dried with blood and tears and without trust. No matter how I walked, each step was risk Without the father I had reckoned just. Forward and still forward into night So irretrievably the past pressed in; My heart I'
As an apple tree Or a young stag Is my lover. Finest and loveliest; Warrior and king. In the night I sought him On my bed I longed for him Until my desire roused me to walk the city But I found him not. In the watches of the night