When

When will you ever understand
that the answer to many of my problems
is simply the eternal moment
when you surround me
with your arms
and your heart
without questions
and without my having
to ask?

Daughter

Cradled in my arms
Slumbers like a kitten
World Upon my chest
My boon and my bane
My Promise
My Covenant
My Universe
So unbearably
Light.

Dreams and Goodbye

What will happen
To these dreams
When we're done
With all this
Dreaming?

What comes next
After all
The forever
Waiting?

I keep a treasure trove
Of Secrets
Full of Lies
And a heart
of endless seconds
Ticking by...

What will happen
To these dreams
When we're done
Dreaming?

And even then,
My heart
will still
Never truly
Understand
The good
in
Goodbyes...

All Because You thought I Was Asleep

Half past twelve and the moon is up,
Eyes half closed and all of me unmoving,
Save perhaps for the rise and fall
of my steady breathing,
and the invisible flutter of my heart
gently drumming
when you slowly opened the door.

You entered like a thief in the night
And stole a kiss:
A sweet apology for wherever you have been.
I feel your eyes caress my face
and hear your sigh intrude into
my dreams
still being woven.

Quarter past twelve with eyes half closed
and all of you unmoving.
Beside me,
You think I am lost in the garden
of my wishes unfulfilled.
But just because I laid so still does not mean
I am not as awake inside
as though the sun is up and not the moon.

You entered like a thief in the night
and stole a kiss:
A sweet apology for wherever you need to be.
They say one day
we will all understand the good
in goodbyes...
But this night you thought you stole
a secret part of me without my knowing,
and all because you thought I was asleep.
The innocence of truth
when wrapped in the safety of sweet unguarded silence.
Here is another truth.
You entered like a thief in the night
and thought you stole a kiss.
But it was a gift
of annassuming love,
and it's been there
waiting
for you
all along.

Promise

My Promise
My Covenant
My Golden Ark

An oath
to the heavens
between
a woman
and her God

A pledge
between souls
And their
Ultimate
Sacrifice

A mother's
prayer
and a father's
strength
unwavering

My Promise
My Covenant
My Golden Ark

post psych duty

Voices ringing in my ears
pounding Frued and Bleuler
into my brain.
Condescending supervision.
Mentors poised like generals.
Colleages smiling
like they know something
and you don't.
Twenty-four hours
in these ancient walls
where Robo-Rat and her spawns
await
sinsiter
in the shadows...
Where the most benign things
could have such
subversive beauty...
and your day ends with
the rising of the sun.

Oct 29, 2010

Strutting
down the street
in my clacketty shoes,
feeling like a queen
in my worn out brown dress;
immaculate
in my dirty white coat.
Sidewalk vendors
and barbeque stalls
and tricycle drivers,
my loyal subjects.
I'm tired.
from a 32 hour shift
but I strut
like a model
with head held high,
because I know
somewhere
in the second floor balcony
you look down on me,
as I shorten the distance
between us,
and I wonder
what it is you're thinking.
Do you see someone
beautiful?
Do you feel proud
of the knowledge
that my day's journey's end
is at your side?