Your Path Leads You Here

You have been to this road before

That leads to a lake, and trees beyond

The trees become forest, sloping higher

To the green waves of forest and hills.


You have pondered this journey

In younger years when the hills were mountains

The trees saplings and the lake sprang anew

The crest of the mountain bore the snows of winter


You have walked the paths that were few

Creating your own trails, discovering the berries

That grew wild on tangled vines

You ate them along the way, saved some for later


You once drank from the creeks and rivulets

Sat to watch the woodpeckers burrow in the trees

Listened to the songs of the wind

As they washed through the leaves


Now you have come to your resting place

And younger souls have carried you here

To lay your body down, so you may become this forest

As all your loves and all your soul may forever give.

Primal Cause

Hardly a day passes that I do not speak to you, …
Or you to me, or my heart races faster hoping to touch you
Or to be touched by you
My mind wonders off, to speak your name
To bring you closer to me,
Or me to you, yours is a love I hold deep inside
I know it is the same for you, you must ache at times
I know I do, in un-resolved desire
To be nearer, if only to place my hand on your face
Or to drink the tear that rolls down your cheek
Or to whisper that I care
As you must, so much more than ‘I love you’ can ever exclaim
Hardly a moment passes, that words are merely
Pencil marks on this paper, and you the primal cause
Of their juxtaposition
And you can read the evolution that these have taken
As this poem is near to my voice as I can allow
But still it falls short for truer meanings
To know your breathe against the nap of my neck
Or the sound of your name
Lightly upon my lips or in your head as I speak
Or better, the sound of your sigh, a primal need
escaping into some moonlit eve against this summer’s air
aware of every second that we are alive