Thursday, February 22, 2007

For Cat

Where do the moments go
when I remember you softly
as if trying to catch and frame snowflakes
Before its too late

Where does my fate go
when all I know are the past days
the glory phase
of my life, with you

How is it that I
can only see your eyes
most beautiful when in surprise
or when delighted in laughter

What will be the measure
of a life held in the leisure
of simply recalling
all of the befalling
you ever did with me

Why is it
I can't go on without you
as if some part of me
once held you
too perfectly

Thursday, February 01, 2007

Oh Well

Oh well, the unexpected hell
of losing you to something
Like you not being you, no more

You say, hey it's just my parade
my purere of use to be and look out now
How proud you sound
What confidence you've found
in the life of living wholly above ground
or above board, or whatever passes for fair
these days.

Well then here's to you
in All your new
and may you be blessed
here and forever
where ever your shadow
should find you
I just wished
that the old you
had said
goodbye