Lovers Lost

We are twin souls,
Never meeting
Or seeing our fates together,
Living in our real life roles.

What questions of faith
Can we ask
When lovers are lost
Walking on the same path.

Bittersweet, pleasure pain,
The joy and despair
Of having you come
And leave again.

A deeper world
Cannot be known
Than the lovers who roam
Without a home.

Dangerously Complete

A stranger
Knew my secret longing,
And he showed me
Reflected my shadows and chasms.

Hunger and strife
Leads me to claw
To scratch out
A desperate answer
Trying to heal.

My body is cut open
Flayed apart
Wounded for the sake
Of sacred examination.

If only some surgeon
Could cut out what is missing
And put back what
Is full and right.

Closed back up
I am again still walking wounded
Craving and scratching, hoping,
For someone to put me out of misery.

The stranger is a stranger
He knows not
What he does
In the name of love.

Faithless

Faithless friend
Abandoned for greener
Brighter youth
Songs of freedom
Call you away
I look where you were
in self pity, regret.

Once thought
You a Savior
A personal prophet
Of hope and persuasion
Now it is clear
I mangled my own vision.

It wasn't fair I guess
To raise you higher
Than you could see yourself
Even if I know
It is where you could go.

Grateful too soon,
Extended so far
I brittley broke
Shattered into a million
Pieces of my own
failed expectations.

Now shuttered up
Protected and plain
Safely walking in circles
Within these boundaries
The world has taught me
are appropriate.

Sighing heavily
Don't know what or who
To hope for or believe in
Nobody wants that burden.
Nobody wants my faith.
It is just me and God. Maybe.

Song Man

Song man
You light up the world
Smile as you raise your head
Grimace as you bow it again.

Riffs ripple
Like vibrant springs
In fall running from a freeze
Let them tumble
From your strings.

Don't stop playing
Your music is
Praying
Cannot envy you
Your passion is God given.

So play
Song man
Play until your heart
Is full again.

Forget

I will forget
How you did heal me
And you will forget
How you felt needed.

I will forget
How I felt beautiful
You will forget
That you felt strong.

I will forget
What attention feels like
You will forget
Sharing your weaknesses too.

We will forget
So that we can go on
Distant passing smiles
Make this effort to forget
Almost...bearable.

Mary K. 2007

Courtly Love

I paint you pictures
I sing you songs
But you only see numbers
And hear noise.

A compromise
I listen to your numbers
You look at my beauty
We somehow
Make something new.

My heart races
Yours is steady
Like bedrock
I shift like sand
You anchor the
world.

Different souls
Finding solace somehow
In steady gazed moments
And treasured soft kisses.

How will things
Find us tomorrow
You with your loyal look
Me like a babbling brook
You'll float in my liquid self
And I'll hold on to you
for dear life.

We'll somehow make it
Together
As man and wife.

American Woman VIII

I never wanted
For anyone to
Find me
I could never hide or
Manipulate.

I was out there
Take me.
Or leave me
And I was left.

Alone and craving
Hunger so deep
I could not run from it
I could only seek more.

Greedy for love and attention
Oh how to quell it
Oh please, let a little
Be enough.

American Woman VII

Working for the Man
Feeling small
Like an ant
Without a leader
To follow home.

What drives the Man
What pulls us
To be exploited
Exsponged of self worth.

Coming back for more
Hungry for pain
Abuse from a not so fatherly
Neglectful Establishment.

A Tree in Winter

What does the tree

Do when it
Finds itself laid

Naked to the winter winds.

Folds in upon
Its dark self
Closing tightly on
What yearning life remains
Inside.

Waiting, shaking

Through winds and
Changing, ruptured skies,
Ice covered, frozen

Trapped.

Spring must come

It wills it to bring

Warmth, allowing,
Finally to unfurl its

Green virgin leaves.

Opens itself willingly
To the deserving Sun
The tree feels joy
Knowing it lives again.

Price of Your Eyes

An oldie that I wrote way back when...


The Price of Your Eyes

I looked through everyone
But when I looked at you
I stopped.
They mirrored my gaze
An ancient English maze
The walls of time and my mortality
Melted in the face of such
A knowing look.

There were echoes there
Within your eyes
Of some time past
A time that preceeded every last
Year and century.
I shook inside as if chilled and
My heart so raw stood bare.

I don't know what to say
I am not mad
But when our eyes meet
In some future unfamiliar street
I'll know the depths I've known before
In another time, another place, another day.

MK 1997