Monday, March 22, 2010
The Baffled King
He came to me.
Might have been
in a dream
or in a park.
Either way
it was after dark.
He trembled
As He stroked His beard.
told me all
the things He feared.
Then He stood
and He just stared.
He stared and stared
stared and stared.
The wind it slowed
to a stop.
When it did
to His knees He dropped
and sobbed and sobbed
sobbed and sobbed.
I fell beside Him
wiped His tears.
Repeated back
all His fears.
Told Him that
despite His years
the child still laughed
within Him.
The King lifted His head
and then His hand.
I grabbed it tight
to help Him stand.
He broke a smile
then a hearty laugh.
Apologized
for being meek.
Leaned into me
and kissed my cheek.
Laid His hand
upon my shoulder.
The kindly King
looked much bolder.
He turned back,
from where He came
and I fell to slumber
once again.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Here in the Cold
Putting out my hand
waiting
waiting for you to grab hold.
Maybe I’m just a fool
standing
standing here in the cold.
Ambient city lights
block out the dark night.
Looking upward, my eyes
catch a raindrop
that spills into a tear
and streaks down my cheek
and tumbles to the sidewalk
where I see my well worn shoes
that have paced these streets
looking for you
and a chance,
a fleeting chance
to grab hold of your hand
and pull you close
and gaze into your eyes
and read past your past
and suddenly kiss
your kissable lips.
Pulling you close
to escape the cold winds
that blow off the river
and down the cobblestone streets
and swirl around us.
The taxi cabs
and their squealing brakes
echo against
the tightly packed brownstones
that sit upon the hill.
I open my eyes again
and again I am alone.
Putting out my hand
waiting
waiting for you to grab hold.
Maybe I’m just a fool
standing
standing here in the cold.