Ode to a Free Spirit

It never ceases
To amaze me
How beautifully
Happy
You are, how much
You embrace life.

And you don't see
it, because it's simply
How you are.

Your laugh breaks
The clouds above
The darkest of days.

Your heart and your love
Could charm the pants
Off of any old Scrooge.

Your strong spirit and
Your tough core act as
The world's strongest
Shield for the
Disadvantaged, broken,
Helpless people that
You love so dearly.

And your friendship.
Your friendship came to me
At a time that I needed it most.
You love me for the things
That I didn't even know were
Inside.

Thank you.

Free

I open
a book, or
pick up
a pen, and
I'm free.

I plug myself
In to Elvis'
Rich angel
Voice, shut out
The world, and
I'm free.

I dwell on
My wishes, my
Secrets and
Dreams, think
About you, and
I'm free.

I close my
Eyes, drift into
Sleep and
Give myself
Over to the
Night, and
I'm free.

Treasures

Cleaning behind
the bookshelf today
I found
Three wiffle balls
A ping-pong ball
Three chewed pens
And a tuft of black fur.

I'd been humming
To myself
Up til now, but I
Stopped then,
Potential tears
Stinging my eyes.

I stood silent for
A minute or so
In silent vigal
For the old friend
Who had
Hidden his treasures
Behind the bookshelf.

Raw

Running
Waking up to the
Copper
Taste of blood.

Breaking
Wringing myself out
So
Completely I can't
Breathe.

Singing
So loudly I escape
All
Of the hurt I can't
Face.

Laughing
So hard it feels
I
Might burst with
Joy.

Living
So briskly, at a
Pace
That fits me
Well.

Something to Think About

I weigh
A lot of things
On my mind
Especially now.

I wonder on
Hate and
Love and
How to tell
the difference.

I look back on the years
We knew together
And am
Astonished
To find that I
Feel no pain.

I ponder spending
My life
With a man who
Already has a wife,
A subject
That, admittedly,
Hurts
Much more than
The reality of
An ended friendship.

I sit
And I wonder
What if?