Dreams

I dreamed about you last night
I dreamed you were alive
You walked into the room –  you said
Here – the rules do not apply

When sorrow bruises an open wound
And longing cuts deep and wide
Permission is hereby granted
To step across the great divide

Just who am I to thank?
He Who giveth and taketh away?
You smile gently – Do not resist
A humble soul gives sway

Jacob wrestled – and prevailed –
Dreams sustain the cosmic core
I open my eyes as morning breaks
All is as was before

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Enkidu

There’s immortality they say
In a brushstroke, in a pen
So I offer the gods a blank page
To be with you again

The eternal quest of Gilgamesh
Spun from twines of grief
Ends at the tomb of man’s fair share
Unraveling as he weeps

If I could I would
Fill the Holy Grail, sumptuous and sweet
Pluck halos from the heads of saints
And lay them tenfold at your feet

Gospel or legend
It’s really quite extraordinary
The lengths one will travel for a friend

Remember Me

I have seen angels hover around the dying
Bestowing graces galore
As the river passes the Elm of False Dreams
Hold fast your coin and your oar
Spit the entrance fee
Into the faces of Grief and Old Age
Float free from the binds of Agony
Before the concrete and the familiar fade –
Remember me, remember me
Stand on the shoreline
With your back against the deep
The lovely, dark, and deep
And remember me, remember me
Let go all promises, true loves and deeds
And when I follow
Remember me

Questions

Do you like what you’ve become?
Too old to dance, too old to run
Do you look down at your hands?
Wrinkles rise like ridges across the sand
Is there room inside your head?
Memories packed as dense as lead
Is regret your calling card?
Every crossroad unexplored
See that shadow on the wall?
One day soon your name will call
Why not sit here for awhile?
And acquaint me with your smile

Dreamer

You heard I am a dreamer –
A defense of gossamer
Surrounds my fortress balcony
For within bides Calvary

I dream in simple graphite
A convenient camouflage
Beneath – the callous, the contrite and the Savior unite
An extraordinary collage

The impossible yields to the possible
Rise up the meek and feeble
The beggar is the dignitary
Even death – reigns temporary

Does It Matter

Does it matter when you die
At eighteen, a life untried
Waiting for a miracle
A last divine hold on and pull

Let go
The three sisters won’t be bribed
They are deaf as well as blind
Every life to them is a life ill timed

Be at peace, you are the image of God
The resemblance can never fade
Nor memory be erased
Alike blameless and betrayed

What will it be like
When the moment arrives
Count backwards from ten
A silent terrifying requiem

Margaret

Margaret,
I would have gone to your funeral
If I had known
But I took my time
And when I finally searched for you
Through the endless cyber sea
I found your name
And a candle
And this space for my regards
Now tapered and dull

You see, I cannot remember any specific words
Just conversations about God
Imbued with unspoiled curiosity and fervent desire
A boundless faith in our grasp
But now you know
You know first
You know at last

Someone once thought we could be sisters
Our natures were so in tune
It was a time when friendships grow fast
Ignited by youth
Beauty and truth held sway
Then I married
And quietly slipped away

What was it like as the cancer spread?
As cancer will spread
And you began to realize
Defeat, surrender, exaltation?
It makes no sense to me now
Seems so unjust
Me, who believes in neutrality
Life is neither fair nor unfair
All I ever learned
I’m sure you’ve heard
Serenity is in acceptance
To those never diagnosed and shortchanged

Now we are fortysomething
And so shall you ever be
What I want to know is
What happens to regret
When time runs out?
What happens to time
When your soul is set free?
If you can, Margaret,
Answer me