Wednesday, May 23, 2012

ALONE

c.a.b. 2012


One single hair
Held by broken fingers
One thin strand 
Binding memories that linger

Sitting alone
All alone in the night
The sound of my breathing
Is my ears only sight

One single hair
Held by broken fingers
One thin strand 
Binding memories that linger

Thinking becomes longing
As the hours slip by
Remembering my failures
And the tears that you cried

One single hair
Held by broken fingers
One thin strand 
Binding memories that linger

Emptiness and despair
Now sit on the throne
Where arrogance and pride
Used to make it their own

One single hair
Held by broken fingers
One thin strand 
Binding memories that linger

No rest in my mind
No place I can hide
From courtship of pain
The embracing of night

One single hair
Held by broken fingers
One thin strand 
Binding memories that linger

Where once stood a man
Now there's only a shell
Distant memory of Heaven
And reality of Hell

One single hair
Held by broken fingers
One thin strand 
Binding memories that linger

I've chosen this path
No one else is to blame
Now I stand where it led 
At the door of my shame

One single hair
Held by broken fingers
One thin strand 
Binding memories that linger





 










Sunday, May 6, 2012

The Lesson of the Oak

 The Lesson of the Oak


The oak towers above the forest
It's fellow arboretum members
Gaze upward at it's height

It's branches supported
By a many-ringed trunk
Bark scarred by years gone-by

It's broad leaves shimmer 
In the gentlest breeze
And hide the noonday sun

Children play in it's shade
A carved heart and initials
The memorial to long lost love

For 150 years it's watched
The change of time
In the earth and it's animates

Day's sunlight and night's storms
Summer's green and winter's white
All feed the cycle of it's ageless life

In spite of it's stature
And immortal defiance
Of lifetimes and time

The source of it's strength
Hidden from human eyes
Reaching deep into nourishing soil

Patiently bursting stones with
It's ever deeper growing
Depths equal to the highest branches

Dwelling in the cool dark earth
Fed by earthworms and decay
Drinking in the purest rain

It stands proud, tall and true
Regardless of the scarring
Of branches severed by life's winds

It stands upward reaching
Undeterred by time or pain
A monument of determination to life

The source of it's strength 
Is not in it's size or beauty
Or any of the things apparent to us

The source of it's strength 
Is under our feet and unseen
By our simple eyes

The source of it's strength
Is it's unwavering, ever-growing 
Clenched fist on it's foundation