thaw

somewhere
between the wind
and
shadow,
and
echoing triumphant
against the distance to my heart,
my name rings out,
in a voice that was once my own.


i
close
my
eyes to drift
closer,
and
sink further
into
the shadow of my song.



a soft smile slips:
scorched pleasure,
kindled in fear.


and I whisper back,
hello.

Strutter Step

juking & jiving
your damn way through, but
stickin'
to the script like
you were bred to do.



life plays you tight-
this ain't no zone D.
but there are so many ways
for us to get free.


no matter
how
you twist,
turn,
or fade away,
home waits for you,
right now,
right here.


so,
walk your way
and remember
to play YOUR game,
and we promise
to welcome
you home
once again.

return

he used,
from time-to-rhyme,
to drift,
soft and
content among
dreams long quenched-
the future on auto-replay.




his throat,
whetted with love's
enthused whisperings,
bears the rasp
& scratch of
desperation
thirsting for truth's succor.





so, again
he dives
deep,
down
into cobwebbed mysteries laced
with doubt,
glittering
with golden promise.
he returns to the beginning,
so that the future may finally end.



a spark is found,
again.