Lonely Heart’s Home

Empty bed for two

Empty spot for a kitten

But no one comes home.

Holy Matrimony

Your need for power

Trumps the vows you spoke to me.

I stand defeated.

Wall of Stone

Beaten by silence,

But behind that wall lives rage.

Which one wounds me most?

Silencing Scarlett 


Prescribed compliance,

Cure for the questioning tongue. 

Take your medicine. 

Last Song 

Dissonant in rapport, 

Your instrument of judgment

And now this song ends. 

Gone Fishing 

  
In this year to come,

The year of my silence,

I will be filled with wordless songs

And unspoken sonnets. 

In the year of my silence, 
Things broken will burn 

And out of death and ash will things be born 

In the year of my silence,
Devotion will cease to be offered to unavailable lips 

And only love will learn to spill from these neglected veins. 

In the year of my silence.
                      

                    .Silence.