Thursday night

So much to say
voices talking in the night with hopes
dashed or muted
what just happened there

No explanation I could give
would suffice to keep at bay
shadows of before or what’s to come
even as hesitation and current events
leave so much dangling in the air

What didn’t I say
or did I say something I didn’t hear
how I want somehow to light the dark
but if you can’t see or feel its fire
what good is my heart

Tenderness on every side
who would come and stand by me
I didn’t hear the words
maybe I should hush them in myself

Unsafe I show the world
facets of my soul
it’s what fools and children do
and I cannot gain a cynic’s shell
though it might serve me well

~~~~~~~~~~And something written last night~~~~~~~~~~

Through the thorns

A guest room
tent in a forest
castles in my soul’s eyes

As tissue falls
to cover my world view
breath surrenders for me

Binds fall away
I walk beside a voice that says
so much more for me

Raise me up
where the sun might meet me
reach into my center

Work remains
listening and lifting
I implore the universe

Our time must come