Category: Twitter Poems

White-faced heron,
silhouette over the
pink ocean, glides
to its evening rest
beneath the dark
and banking clouds.

Oh this heart that yearns
for all that is known
and yet unknown –
what name shall we give
to this deep darkness
that cries for light?

Not much it seems
has come of the plans
we made to turn the heads
and minds of those
who refuse to turn.

Oh this spirit that yearns
for all that is known
and yet unknown –
what name shall we give
to this deep darkness
that cries for light?

I was lost today
in the words I would say
to try and explain
what it is I feel
about falling short
of my cherished ideal.

Drifting through a small-town desert,
passing two or three
lounging-in-doorway-faces
whose eyes have little thirst
for tomorrow,
I find myself strangely at ease with
a coffee and a cream doughnut
from the bakery and nowhere else to be.

Looking for shelter
on the long trek
through the night,
found a roof of stars
and put it over my head.

Weep not for the clothes I wear
or for the stars I worship
or for the badge pinned to my chest;
but mourn instead for my heart
and for my eyes that plumb
the depths of my soul.

The wanderer reaches
for the light obscured
by the fog of a
thousand voices;
shine on me, shine on me,
let me not become
a lost child of the lie.

How is it they see
only what they want to see
and why do they hear
only their own voices?
Oh, we believe
what we want to believe
but who will divide the lie
from the truth that
inconveniences you and me?