I was smiling at a woman
She was smiling back at me
There was no sense in talking
To the stars I made my plea.
Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
I was smiling at a woman
She was smiling back at me
There was no sense in talking
To the stars I made my plea.
I was dancing in the moonlight
I was dancing on the sea
Sipping wine from a white glass
Beneath a tall garden tree.
I saw her all those years ago
beside the rolling shore
I came to take you to the edge
to see the islands that I saw
crouching in the setting sun
on horizon’s lonesome moor.
Here there is a presence,
a strong hill hovering over my shoulder
reminding me of the size of everything
and the way of the wave on the shore.
I do believe
in your heart;
I do belive
alone in you.
I watch her in the nakedness of loss
grind the last handful of grain,
some last supper
eaten in the long shadow
of hopes bridal train.
On the void, the void,
let love be its fill
for little there is
that remains alone
where love is employed.
It is possible
for a flower
to speak more of love
than a poets words.
These words a reminder
that we should not kill each other,
that we should not kill our babies
or our young men;
that we should not convene the story
to reflect the lie of our own truth.
Oh this endless empty
that swallows all
of everything,
it is a sadness that is heavy
it is a tear that will not cry
it is a tune that has no words
it is an echo in my hollow heart.