Duets

Songs speak
a language to me
that most people cannot hear.
They hold me by the ankles
they whisper inspiration
they cry of romance, hate, fear and sorrow.

Songs made us up
and tied us together
music wrapped around us
and brought us hope.

Songs spoke the words
we couldn't say.

These are now memories
in a shoebox I have made
of our love.
I will keep it close
I will hold it dear.

But don't stop listening
cause for us
I am writing new songs.

About the best 2 years of my life,
and our years to come.

Ocean weep

Yesterday afternoon
on 42nd
I thought of you
and the letter you sent.

Not knowing what words to say
or how to mail compassion
I plan an email
with condolences,
love
and hope.

This hopeless friend
is too far
to be of comfort.

But please remember:
You are in my thoughts,
you are in my heart,
I am home with you in so many ways.

I wish you knew
just how much I love you.
And how I wish I was there.

Nomad

She calls to
buses
trains
airports
and
planes
to make her safe again.

The miles are stretched
the eyes are open
the pages read.

But no matter how many miles
she tucks under her belt
home still beckons:
the land of the long white cloud.

For home

If I could scrape experiences
from these open palms,
you would smell
my 4 1/2 months:
discovery
from beginning
to end.

If in my eyes
you could view
moments,
you would hear Carly laugh
see Amy smile
hear my kids sing.

You would witness countless
drunken evenings
captured kisses
afternoon naps
concerts
and musicals
amid
my stolen and few
peaceful moments
in the theater office.

You would grow to know
the people
that became my lifelines,
my energy
my rocks.

Yet if you only ask
I will tell
of all these hours
of all these lives
of a time
that's shaped my heart
and made it whole.

I am changed
yet I am the same.
I am steel,
I am song.

But don't despair,
believe me:
I am itching to fly
back to the islands;
I cannot wait
to be home.