you look at the sky
cause it’s beautiful
when i look at you
i see the sky
your love is a gift
under another’s tree
i see it there
and i want to touch it
this is a poem
that says
what
it
is
a spirit writes the words mist pad
on a shower screen
the water running
through its body
like a river
i am talking out of habit
like tying your shoe laces
or brushing your hair
though my life is full of shortcuts
and i don’t really need to do laces
because i don’t undo them in the first
and i don’t need to brush my hair
because when it’s wet
i dry it with a towel
and shake it loose
like a lion though i’m not really a lion
i’m more an eagle
because i dream of flying a lot
and they say well i read it
at least if you dream of flying
over strange cities you’re really an alien
from another life and hey
that’s cool but i don’t really think
i’m an alien i just think
my life’s full of shortcuts
The ghost came so quietly
I knew not she appeared
till I turned and saw her
smiling sadly there.
She looked upon the mirror
as if her image saw
how sadly sweet she smiled
when she had lived before.
one must keep
a clutter free space
on the seat
beside them
for the spirits
who follow us
around
to sit upon
to show them
in their world
that we
care for them
what lives
longer
than love
is the
memory
of love
it doesn’t
die
when the
person
dies
or they
leave you
it sits
inside
you and
every morning
it wakens
as if they
had never left
