Can you blame me, death? For who am I to stand
apart, and turn from you --a second breath? I have not
the will to whisper, nor make light your news,
nor doubt you that your word is true.

I am the black face of change

and the white face of love

these are my muses, two

To name you is to limit you,
and to call this a path
would be to falsify my steps
for I do not walk
but stand


and where am I going
but time, my destination;
do I follow those seconds
or do they become me? they are
the space between thoughts, separating
what is one


time, to measure steps
but the steps to you
are immeasurable, for you exist
between distance, and our space
is undefined

Forgive them
for there are none who see,
and their steps
are hollow falls

those who see,
their passion is like
granite love

they let you
walk upon them

Precipice

I feel before me
a wondrous sacrifice;
a precipice unknown
and I have been blind
for so long that I am
drowning to see.

I shall never be free of you,
nor would I ever, for you are
unmasked silence
and I have wandered these cliffs
long enough to find a view,
a slow passion, like fading light --

but oh, I am faithful to this
glorious unknown! and in pleasant waves
I anticipate a separate darkness, one
beneath water, submerged
to clear my eyes --

I am gathered, propelled
and leaping, as I
need not know the height
and perhaps, the rush to reach
those waves
shall awaken me....

Mist

Here, I watch
the ocean return to the sky
and I am created by
the ways I divide the wind.
Though we named it,
the mist does not stay the same,
but is movement
between ocean and air, and I,
adrift on the titles of clouds
would know it as it is to be known.

Whither toward do you fly...

How now, sweet shadow, and whither toward

do you fly; surely, much farther than I

for my thoughts are too heavy to carry

abroad, and your load far lighter than mine.

Surely, you seek to escape from the night

but no matter the method, it follows

our heels; I see you ahead, searching out

for a light, or a lantern's glow, revealed.

At times I follow, and at times I lead
but ever your shade stretches next to me;
though you'd journey afar, you know I am
weighed by each step, and not nearly as free.

Though you're shaped by light, my thoughts are darkness
illume'd, and I am defined by the night.