Loss
“Loss”
5/14/03
My sister has her plans of man,
And marriage, and children.
She’s scoped out all her lands,
And plans, and plans,
And scatters seeds,
And cares for lambs.
She reads, and heeds, and breaths,
And counts the smallest cost.
But what she doesn’t count
Is the imminence of loss.
I used to have my plans
Of love, and life, and happiness.
But like the good man Job had plans
He was stripped,
And ripped, and with his fist
He gripped for air yet tripped.
I know that you can make a list
And plan for every cost.
But now in ash I’ve learned just this . . .
You can never plan for loss.
Time to Grow
The words in italics were written right after “Sonnet 200.” Apparently I was pretty upset. 
“This is an ode to all you parents who send your foolish, naive children into the world, college, and life without first equipping them to use their heads and live in reality. I’d rather send a 5 year old on a plane trip to a different state then let loose some of your kids into life. It’s pathetic how little your kids learned in 18 years of life. Then again, maybe you just didn’t teach them.”
“Time to Grow”
Sonnet 200
4/28/03
“Open your eyes, my Angel.
It’s time to grow up. You’ve played
The sunny hilltops round, and it’s strange how
The night becomes the day.
I know it seems too early
To thrust out on your own.
I know that you’ll be lonely,
But it’s time to leave your home.
The sun will rise just shortly
And you’ll see a new terrain.
Don’t be afraid; the rain is coming . . . .
Well, I hope you’ll find your way.
So tie your bow and pack your bag.”
But he gave her nothing that he had.
On Night
“On Night”
6/30/02
A veil of funerals drifts across the valley;
The veil of wedding long since set
Behind the veil of spring time green.
As sleep descends, a cool wet
Kisses all the tired land and coaxes
Daytime things to quiet repose.
Singing sounds of summer drone
Between the covers on the velvet stained-black clothes.
Pixies frolic on this night with lanterns
Made by Elfin Kings,
But sadly lacks the Queen of Fay
Among those dancing wings.
Drop your burden and clear your eyes
And greet the midnight shade.
Singe the songs of ancient nights
And with the fires play.
A veil of peace brings rest
As spheres take sleep and yawn and stretch.
The Blackness speaks of many things,
And only sometimes whispers “death.”
But deep within the dreams that moons uncover
Find the key to hearts of stone.
Lie beneath the hand of cool, wet shade . . .
And find yourself at home.
Below the Rain
“Below the Rain”
7/29/02
It’s easy to be in love in lavender and lilac
Summer nights; with fireflies as guides
And stars to paint the black.
It’s easy to distract
Those eyes under gorgeous rays of golden skies.
It’s so simple to fall for that.
It’s fun to be in love on feathers and satin
Pillows soft. Lying, slowly falling silk,
In pockets full of golden heads,
On cloudy sheets of powder beds,
When water ripples o’re your milk
White toes and hands in thread.
But you my love I have request
To be my love on summer days a’slumber.
In riches and in fame;
In health and wealth the same.
Yet when we hear the thunder
Will you love below the rain?
Shire Nights
“Shire Nights”
6/31/02
LDC
The Queen of Fairies flew away
From off the shire green.
The Knight on back of stallion black
Left home to seek a dream.
The lanters on the wold now faint,
And glow in numbers less,
Since Fay and Knight depart;
Nighttime’s frolic stands deperssed.
Ancient tales tell tunes of joy
When back from Dragon Hills he rides–
“The Knight is back from Satan’s Jaws!”
And back to home he flies.
Women sing the songs of yore
That speak of Diamond Wings
Bringing light back to the night
And music to the strings.
But time will tell when twain return
From lands both far and near.
And all may know by sight and sound
That lovers never fear.
The Queen will rest her amber head
Upon his scarred, worn chest,
And then the shire nights will play
With two who’s hearts can’t rest.
