Saturday, May 29, 2010

Knowhow

Knowhow

If birds and
butterflies don't know
the mysteries of life,
how can the poet?
Steel bars know
strength to knit
engineers' bridges wide;
the pen knows its
ink like the clover
knows its green.
The tree knows, too,
the soil undertrod
and how it is
to reach and grow,
and fall, while
stars all know
their own ways
through vastness.
All do.
How is it to be?


(5/29/10)

Sunday, May 16, 2010

A Wish

A Wish

It's been a while since the last time I saw you.
It's been a while since our last time.
I miss you and wish I could hold you tonight.
It's been really much too long for me.

I want to tell you how much I want you.
I want to hear you say you miss me, too.
These are the sweet words I'm hopeful to hear.
I want to tell you just how much I care.

We might still never get this together.
We may be destined to stay far apart,
But I have a hope that I'll hold you again
And wish you a beautiful life.


(4/28/2010)