Supply

As polish upon silver,
Love tacks on its price
Resisting efforts to avoid
What it knows, how a device
Works bodies scrambling
To find pathways from the void
Being alone bestows, a blanket
Everyone experiences, but shirks
On too steamy Summer evenings.
Hungry hearts rapidly beating
Remember sacrifices required
To actualize love, which long-buried
Sings all angels, creativity, an ocean
Riven from its depths to crash
An innocent on a rocky shore, no one,
No one can prevent love anymore,
From overtaking all now, before.

Forge

Creativity is a chain
Of solid gold smelted
Throughout lifetimes
But evidenced when
Time begins to test
Bonding links every day;
Deriving an understanding
Durable and yet fragile,
Indicating how to forge
Works which manifest
Such rapturous glory
Doves announce a viable
Quality of love exemplified
In skies embroidered by
Stars surpassing thoughts
Possible in mere mortal dreams.

Poeming

Poetry is hands quaking, love,
Nerves jittering, minds fishing
For the perfect words,
The most eloquent phrases,
Attempting to prise loose
Every superfluous jot
From lines while feeling
What lies written on the pages
Is already fine, best to be got.

Though brief, it indeed be
Each poem is an act
Courageous and beautiful,
A dream passed into the real
Sealed in feeling to reveal
Excellencies before hidden
In minds laboring alone
Delivering honest meaning
Investing in and ushering
Others beyond, perhaps home.

Said

Guilt is an absence
Of power after sound waves
Drift away to solemn silence,
Though words, you cannot
Eliminate, never unsay.
Wrestling with space, time,
Speech, a broom swept astray,
But sonic booms mark
Days even thundering
Out of consciousness;
Mirroring back damage,
Only forgiveness fortifies
Love with harmony, to manage
A million tiny rips, and stay.

Over Rush

Washing ashore with
Shells in the roaring surf
Escaping the indignity
Of never being enough,
Having no singular worth.

Waves worrying a body –
Left unknown, alone
So long, all valuations
Are ridiculously overblown
Still finding hope, a home.

Dawn, dusk, day, night
Afford treasures, intense pleasures
Renewed with love derived
From such sources as might
Willingly engage oceans of emotion.

Swells a song, harmony,
Set loose with intensity
Delighting whatever is left
Of freedom, wild-eyed liberty
Claimed beyond rebellion, eternity.