the farthest point down

how far is
too far

down

I knew once
for me

I had my limits


and they nearly
crushed me

when you're floating
on the oily sea

rife with debris
and vivid smells

how do you
tell the mind

to take over
where the heart has failed

how far
is too far

down

when nothing
cuts through

nothing makes
sense anymore

nothing stays
the wound

and misery
is all you know


there is no guide book to this
there is no class one can take

it seems sometimes that even
the books can offer no more solace

the words are brittle and tasteless
the rhyme slips right through the fingers

and no one has
any answers

that might say
which way to turn

it isn't fun
to be alone
on a vast sea
of nothing
but the past

and alas

it is hard to
know
how far
is too far


down


until it might
be too late

* * * * * * * * * * *

a light in the tunnel
an escape
or an end

you will never know
until you reach for it

and that takes courage
of the heart

just a start

but it must begin somewhere

midnight scribbles

trees thru the forest
that’s a harder thing
the safe little cottage
tucked away in back
a simple life
thee & me
all inside the trees

what drives the words
the poet would say
mystery
mystery
but, truth, they are
like the wind

curling around me
like fog on the glen
wrapping me in things
unseen but felt inside

I’ve nowhere to hide

One hand’s embrace
can change the world
make the sun rise
and sunset fairer


make the colours bright
in the northern lights
up in the midnight sky

don’t ask me why

I only know its truth;
I can’t give it reason,
justa place in this heart
to let hope grow

maybe he will know

Maybe he can tap
into the connection
as into the maple
to release the sweet within

it does take two
after all

the give and the take
must balance
or no one gains a thing
in the end

like a tree I bend


down to the frozen ground
offering what I can,
warmth gained from above
to melt a small bit
of the world

just a start, but
I hope it is enough