City streets
City lights
Night breaks
The comfort of day
And the Mayflies play
Bounce and turn
Inside the music sounds
Breasts heave
Hips sway
The rhythm of life
This rhythm of night

New found glory
Before the same old story
Hurting, helping
Trying, dying
A rise, a fall
Hoping time will stall
And give us time
Before our decline
To make a mark
Bold and stark
Forever remembered
In the ashes and embers
That was a life born
Not one to mourn

Stiffening thoughts disturb an inner peace
A tranquility once so taken for granted
On paving stones and hard metal decks
Up steep gravel paths and sharp declines
Moments
Quiet and unassuming
Like the summer brook
After the spring rains pass
No longer swelling with the torrents
Unable to consume everything it is given
Taking more and seeking more
And finding more to take
Flowing rivers pulsed
With white capped waves
Then a peaceful silence
Anticipating the next storm
The next change in season
The next rise and fall
And there we were
Tangled within each other
Seeking anything but the tranquility

Clear skies and cold air
Winter pours in through every crack
Left by the leafless trees
Crosshatch shadows in moonlight glow
Show pieces to the puzzle
Colors and words
Spirals and arms
Blur and crawl before tired eyes
Saunter to and meander fro
Making their paths here and there
While cold sheets invite naked skin
To make them comfortable later
Before saline streams
Break from the cracks and frown
Missing parts and lost directions
Leave this creation incomplete
Painted pictures provide a proof of
Existence only within the imagination
But then there she is
Welcoming a broken soul
To heal within these fleshy comforts
Believing the real and forgoing the dreams
Giving life to what can be
What would be made
Without the guide to show
A craft not hammered on an anvil
Or fired to boil
Yet molded in a more gentle way
As she traces these lines
Hands that whisper
With a gentle touch
Of happier days gone by