close your eyes and count to 100

And we hide

Not in darkness but in light

Not behind or inside; not under

In plain sight

In sighs and smoke

but never indifference

Signs left behind, still warm

Dissipating breath

And scent

like fading color

Holding court in corners and in time

But I’ll refrain from seeking

for the moment

Look you in the eyes and pause the see

Withholding sight so hidden we’ll remain

From each other and the sadness in our game


A Song for Máirín

Tender highway please cradle my Heart

Not sure where she’s going, she just needs to be gone

Can’t ask you to show her what she’s looking for

Can’t ask you to bury the bones

But maybe some shelter from storms in her way

And some signs that will tell her she’s never alone

 

Now we’ve known each other ever since I was born

And no one could say that we’ve ever been friends

Your shoulders they carried me from place to place

God knows that it’s never been Home

But please let me ask you for her sake not mine

Give her friends on the road so she’s never alone

 

Cradle of highway please tender my soul

I’ve never stopped going so I’ve always been gone

If the world won’t stop spinning then hell why should I

There’s no way that she could have known

So let the sun on her face and the wind in her hair

Be the message from me that she’s never alone

 

It’s not that I’m asking for days without rain

A nomad, I know that that’s asking too much

But a world without sunshine is no world at all

And we never stop itching to roam

I’ll love her forever wherever she goes

Together apart is not being alone

 

You’re never alone


Neap Tide

Half a moon above

A hand-in-hand bench sit below

An ocean straining to be heard

Above the distant chatter of the city tease

Soft focus stares into rippled darkness

Restless breath, occasioned sigh

A tree branch twitching

At the insistence of a breeze

A conversation trapped

Clenched in fingers and pressed palms

And arms sparking where they touch

To tender desperate urgencies

A tyrant in the mind

Thought a-spiral, overwhelmed

No answer will this night awake

No succor, no dark guilt appease.