I am a heart adrift

I am a heart adrift. All around me flows the dawn, the dew, the soft caresses of song- all around me flows She. O save me from the shore, that I may never again know its harsh lines and unforgiving cadence of stone! Here, on the steps of drowning, is where I will gladly breathe my last. Only the heart that finds itself dying can truly know what breath is. Only the starving can tell of what it truly means to feast. Only the blind can say what it is to find Her face before you, framed by the surge of spring. All of these I have known; a heart that is dying, starving, blind. And for a thousand times more to feel its return! that this moment may linger, as it is, as it has been, for one moment longer. For here She flows around me, young in spite of time, perfect in her rare imperfections, radiant even in sadness. Here her heart washes over me.

I found a smile today

I found a smile today. It was tucked between the cracks of the sunburned sidewalk, whispering to me in shining phrases. It's not every day that you find a smile- most are not left out in the sun for just anyone to find. I glanced left and right, inside and out. Quickly I tucked my newfound treasure in the only place its whispers could be heard: the back pocket of my heart. It sat there, mysteriously alone in that small pocket, a pocket torn and re-sewn, faded and patched. How many smiles had I found just like that and then lost just as easily, unintentionally letting them fall to be lost and trampled in the wide, wide world? But not this one. This one I 'll keep. Because I know that somewhere, forward, through, under, and past the deep shadows of these tall buildings, past weather-cracked streets and wandering people, beyond the gleaming storefront windows calling out in bright letters, there she stands, exactly as I have always seen her in my mind. For it is her smile that I hold in the back pocket of my heart. It was she who carefully placed it where only I could find it. I hope that I find her before the sun goes down. All I can do is keep on walking. But when I do find her, when I make it past all of the buildings and shadows and streets and maze of wandering people, I will walk slowly towards her eyes, and place my borrowed smile in her outstretched hand.

Give me some time

Give me some time to find my thoughts,
Collect these lines, and label all my feelings;
All I feel, still nothing I can name.
Sometimes it’s hard to understand
Just which comes first, the words or meanings.
Burning questions, “Does it all add up the same?”
Is a tear only a drop of spray
Quickly cast off as it collides
Upon the shore of quiet smiles
That somehow I can’t seem to find?
Give me some time to find my thoughts.I
t’s funny how they scoff and rule the kneeling,
Stand elusive, close enough to crush, refusing to be tamed.
Or maybe not to understand
The heart is grace unbridled and
To fill with wonder is to leave the soul unchained.
In that world: I wash away
And drown myself inside your eyes;
That quiet shore of whispered smiles
Only your heart and mine can find.