Make a Home for Your Soul |
Make a home for your soul
On these limestone cliffs
Where ants carry away
The remains of a lifetime
For this is where the invisible hand
Has led you - to try to hear
The voice of th...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Sep 2006 22:27:00 GMT |
Poets or Bankers |
Poets or bankers, who is more wealthy?
Money buys the banker a new heart.
Poetry drills deep into an old heart.
Money buys the banker cashmere sweaters and retirement.
Poetry buys thoughts on a windy ...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Sep 2006 22:22:00 GMT |
I Come to You Hungry |
I come to you
hungry for the sound
of an earthworm
inching through fields
of snow,
and you give me
the voice of a spider
measuring the distance
between two moving branches.
I come to you
thirs...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Sep 2006 21:44:00 GMT |
Walk with Me to the White Shores |
Walk with me to the white shores of the green lake Where beauty gathers in the sunlit trees And there I will run an ivory comb across your frail head. Run with me to the edge of the green water Where ...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Sep 2006 21:37:00 GMT |
Be In My Arms Like a Spanish Guitar |
Be in my arms like a Spanish guitar and my fingers will trace the footsteps of small animals running through the garden in the early light; Be in my arms like a Spanish guitar and each note will be th...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Sep 2006 21:35:00 GMT |
