silences between words

Angels do not dream
Save when they are demons

for dreams are made of vapid things
no use to the right hands of God

Here, it seems, we cling to dreams
or plays of utter futility

For we are granted nothing else
to see us thru the nightmare

What small thing can change this world
to a bitter ugly thing

from the grace of the One
filled with light and love

to a hell of pain and unbelonging
ripe with self doubt and loathing


Words

nay, those things left unspoken
the silences between the words

the inadequacies felt but not said
the emptiness left unseen

Astounding what harm we cause
thru what we will not express

it all comes down to the old man's words
a failure to communicate

being there

I hear you
from out here

I would curl
inside the curve
of your arm
warm you
and me
with a belonging
neither seems to have

strong arms around me
fingers fingers touching softly
it fills my thoughts
and warms my heart


but I do not know how to
cross the distance between us

life calls
with duties
large and small
and once again
what I want
what I need
gets pushed to
the bottom of
the list


maybe someday

for now
I dream of caresses
I cannot give
and hold on tight

if you know
it is enough