Valentine Songs

Your Call

How can a voice a person hug with distant arms?
Or writing alone assuage the desires I've known,
Absent the seeing across a face does distance harm
Through its intractable empty space?

Here in the now the morning doves speak to each other,
The chatter my comfort from a night alone rises
With mate they fly looking for a shadow cast one to another
Watching, hiding my heart here in one of her disguises

Am I a writer penning poem of delighted dawn sky?
Being rather now mother pouring batter on griddles to heat
Making my days sweetening the tea with honeyed syrup, hiding lies
That in the this of now can I be complete?

For love to hold embraced in this vast limbless void
Remember my dream where held, your actions were enjoyed.



Taken Seriously
Each breath of life this day is taken so seriously
The rain has chilled the morning to reveal the air.
Our mountains again whitening as rain falls coldly, life perilously
Awaiting the blossoming of our spring when loves' breath is there.

Crisply washed, fresh, new the day reaches out to greet
The chatter of birds gathering here, insistent on nourishment
Despite the season chill, deathly awareness, they meet
Here on my concrete seeded floor, their flock flourishing

A little fellow struts audaciously up to me watching him
Spitting angrily he's chirping fury over wet feet, my presence
In giant furry lined boots I'm shamed, breathing in.
Slide inside through my back glassdoor, enjoying heat, it's pleasant.

In body the inhalation of dawn a gentle life celebration
Chilled today by raining watery song drops absorbing winter's meditation.





There Swims Love
Bathing this earth in the waters of our lives is love,
Liquid hope seeded through, the waters lapping shores it rushes
Onto our coastlines, feeding our clouds, rain falling from above.
As water for life is required, so life love touches.

A stream of thought my flow to you releases
Prose drops that unite in still cooled reflective contemplation lakes
Catch skies with our endless charged time breaking pieces,
This ice of winter, the glistening rise of summer's wake

The river of meaning brought love, flowed you to me,
Our lovely still pond we meet fishing and slowly drink
In clear refreshing palm we hold our water as we
Fall in the pool, loves clear depths buoyed, I think.

Steam rises heated by our sun, this joy in love
Evaporates to clouds, grey skies, the cycle of sweet doves.


I'm Sorry
You wrote me a poem of love,
But it was also angry, full of fury.
I hold the disappointment
In my petty pointing
To my empty arms

While you fill my mind
My days with furious expressions
Of meanings that
Take the breath away
Move me to wanting the
Touch of your hand in mine.