(2013)
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
There is something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
