Poetry

Half of the Time

My heart’s only in it half of the time,

the other half fast fades away

but then for a bit, a moment sublime,

it goes along with the charade.

A bittersweet vision dancing in light,

a vision undoubtedly you,

but fast does it fade and try as I might

my world fades to a shade of blue.

Poetry

“Like for a Like”

Digital tears fall much like real ones

and the voids fill much the same–

no one wants to be alone.

Why be true to yourself and others

when another option exists,

when another option almost always exists?

Wouldn’t that make it good

by default? Manufactured for the quickest

form of an emotional high,

we know so many

yet know so few

in the lonely stretches of creation

and in these empty halls

of the created–

but

no one wants to be alone.

Poetry

Someone Like You (a waltz)

The morning in mourning

did cry in despair

since someone like you

out of dreams couldn’t fare

for

someone like you was all that I need,

I lied to myself but tried to believe . . .

The day broke, no fanfare,

but bright shone the sun

on you and your smile

for the music begun

for

someone like you was all that I need,

but my heart and my mind were not agreed . . .

In words that were spoken

it all became clear

that someone like you

was a thought that I feared

for

someone like you–it simply won’t do

the place in my heart was empty but knew . . .

Those words were revealing

and it wouldn’t seem

appropriate to

walk away from a dream

for

someone like you would never make do

for someone like me who loves only you.