Man and woman lie
beneath the azure sky.
No need for shame.
No need for blame.

“But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that
the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us.”
2 Corinthians 4:7-9

Shades of night and day,
ensconced in jars of clay.
Dance in the dew of the dawn,
rejoice in sight reborn.

Liam

On the wings of a dove
was the babe ferried down,
cherished gift from above
on the tiniest sound.

Sleep evasive, my retreat;
how can anything so sweet
be fugitive,
neglect my dreams.
Thoughts wound taut-
tight as a drum,
parade before me
one by one.
Staring at white ceiling,
losing all feeling,
save anger and despair –
who strut their stuff in
the still of the night.
Not a care, whatsoever,
for me and my plight.
Chasing the wind.
Chasing the fog.
Chasing a dream
like the tail of a dog.

Depression.
With its craggy tooth and gaping mouth –
threatens to swallow me whole,
as the Great Fish consumed Jonah.
I am simultaneously
repulsed and paralyzed
by the slimy midnight
of its mouth.
Ever attempting to capture me.
Ever stalking my sanity.
God help me
to take up the sword,
as Saint George
slayed the dragon of old.
God, illuminate for me
the Lantern of Light
to slay the beast of
this nefarious night.
Never to gaze at its jaws again.
Never to enter its cavernous den.

You are my mirage,
flesh and blood
mere flecks of color
on my brush;
to pour my painted lips on yours,
your visage I should crush.

January, beat it!
February, heed it.
March, don’t need it.

A shadow as grey gauze
rests near the rill,
transient profile still-
finely textured of the day,
disparate in its grey.

The rain outside
draws patterns
on my window.
My mind is filled
with smoky memories
of the way we kissed
when we were full of love,
the way we gazed at
one another
with passion in our eyes.
We’d laugh and play,
then laugh again,
desire burning,
no control.
Our arms embraced,
we could not
quench the fire
in our soul.
I’m weeping for
those arms
to hold me
just once more.
How could you leave me
with this pain?
My tears are blending
with the rain.