Friday, August 9, 2013

Be the friend of my heart
Never know where to start
It could all fall apart
Be the friend of my heart
Never know what to send
Never know how it blends
Never know how it ends
Be the friend of my heart
What will be, we will see
What will be, carefully
What will be, it will be
Be the friend of my heart
Be the friend of my heart

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Within The Infinite

The wind was a constant
through your hair
whispering secrets in your ear

The wind was a constant
like an embrace
gazing at your face with love

Above you it was always sky
vast and amazing
your source of stability

Above you was always sky
to give you perspective
on how small these problems are

You walk in this universe
be ever present

You walk in this universe
there are no boundaries

Monday, August 15, 2011


Wet sand beneath
my embracing feet
coolly told the news
of your passing

Sunshine rays
breathe a parting gift, while
August reveals cleavage of
September's allure

Gold licked beach grass
waves goodbye to me
the breeze exhales
that celebrating inhale

Setting sun dances offstage
greets a dawning moon

Monday, December 13, 2010

86th Street Crosstown Bus

We came to a roaring stop
from depths we climbed
toward daylight bright
jewelry freezing earlobes directly on contact
with the frosty air above
we climbed

The lone violinist cried to us through his strings, binding us together
nobody looks at him; we hear every note
here church steps house those resting on cold granite with cardboard signs pleading
the smell of bagels from the shops cover the smell of the street
mixed together in madness always

Today my short blond prototype is with me
on our secret mission, our favorite thing
no words for that delight I feel when he smiles
no words for how I anticipate these moments
the sidewalk remains solid beneath our steps

Tree vendors and book sellers and coffee wafting
it's Christmas and it's joyous and it's sad all at once
these moments passing our mind
more than we can absorb
beauty and chaos; absence and presence keep us grounded now

Ahead is our destination...
he knows the drill, my son my son
there is the traditional wait at the first stop
there are ladies who shop and nannies with small children
standing next to hipster dudes and overeducated bohemians
riding together today - one fine symphony

We sit in the middle because it's his favorite spot in the bus.

From there it's a blur and the heaving and pushing
we are a people crowded into the very fabric of each other
drowned in languages and conversations not one of them our own
the lights are coming on outside, glorious colors
smells are bad and good and perfumed and smokey
we look out the windows at the parks and the stores and the people who'd rather walk

Eventually the ride is over the journey concludes for now
we get off together and head to a store
or to get something to eat, or whatever, it doesn't matter
the trip went so fast, so gloriously
seeing magic through his eyes every time
this son of mine
86th St, crosstown bus

Monday, November 29, 2010

Scaling The Wall

Scaling the wall
requires that single step
with a bracing effect
supporting that nugget
of inner light
fighting gravity's pull to forget
you're the fly on the wall
seemingly not grounded
upward you climb

Oh my dear lambs
bleating so loudly
skeptical of the dream
fearing possible failure
nor allowing permission to fight
the trail of annihilation
this radical dream you followed blindly
the only way out of the bondage
your mind sweats tears
while disregarding terror
so self created

Few follow their path
mouth's agape instead, staring upward
not believing this utter truth, the real
perception of safety, unfounded
perception of freedom, in chains
perception of duty, a punishment
opportunity to see the other side
beyond the wall of fears
by their own inner voice

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Blue Sky

Blue sky daylight
lost in grey skies
too long lingering
the calm after the storm

The sun broke
Still there shadow clutches
like crutches
hiding within comfort of darkness

Bright light spotlight
chasing spiders from
dark hiding places
creating spaces

Blue sky daylight
slowly endears
the shadow that follows
footsteps into space
into light

Wednesday, October 6, 2010


there they are

wherever I think
they are

I can't understand
can't comprehend

telling me something
I don't know

bringing me somewhere
I wanted to go