On a Day at the Beach

Dancing in the sun, yellow bright,
sand deep in my toes.
Lobbing the ball back and forth,
the score marching to and fro.

Days of youth and splendor,
a long future ahead.
Care free and free of care,
not a worry in anyone’s head.

A pass, a serve, and a spike,
a call to teammates beat.
Blue and green surf all around,
lapping on our dancing feet.

Soak up the sun, swirling sea air,
loping down the wooden pier.
Red skin stinging, but
nothing more to feel or fear.

Frozen in time, frozen in warmth,
the games to fifteen reset.
The punched ball sailing and sliding,
past the ragged black net.

Those long ago days at the beach,
clear as the emerald green wave,
a time to be young and cool,
a treasured memory to save.

Serve the ball one more time,
sneak it ‘cross the other side,
let the sun kiss your neck,
and never fear confide.

On Making Giants

I took a man and made him a giant,
crafted in my mind the story,
a hero’s tale, a hero for me,
to him all the honor, love, and glory.

I took a man and made him a giant,
the benefit of every doubt,
always a winner, always there,
never left alone, never left out.

I took a man and made him a giant,
tales in my silly head,
crafted the greatest character,
ignoring reality instead.

I took a man and made him a giant,
filling the blanks all the time,
never wondering if he was
genuinely a friend of mine.

I took a man and made him a giant,
made him into what I dreamed,
never realizing what I needed,
was not what it seemed.

I took a man and made him a giant,
tales in my silly head,
crafted the greatest character,
ignoring reality instead.

I took a man and made him a giant,
towering so high and so tall,
I never really saw it coming,
the precipitous, duplicitous fall.

I took a man and made him a giant,
only realizing too late,
that wishes and hopes and dreams
don’t tempt fate.

I took a man and made him a giant,
tales in my silly head,
crafted the greatest character,
ignoring reality instead.

On Our Plans and Plots Suspended

If only the sound of your name,
the dream of your face,
was enough to bring forward,
in this time and place.

A sweet wish occupies and holds,
our plans and plots suspended,
for this bounty to arrive,
our world upended.

The big clocks tick and tock,
the calendar pages flip,
we busy our minds away,
stealing our hearts on a trip.

I command, invoke, and direct,
but your love is in no rush,
for such a perfect thing is free
and unmoved by pull or push.

But I hope you hear my quiet plea,
for your place is set,
an anticipation growing stronger,
a mighty emotional debt.

You are here in so many ways,
worries and laughter and cheer.
Imagined moments and triumphs,
drawing us all near.

I know you may never come,
a fate to be missed, to be far,
And we will accept the judgement,
if only you be a wish on a star.

But if ever a love is true,
if the test is joy, pure and clear,
then we have faith we will pass,
when we meet my dear.

These hearts will continue to prepare,
to shelter you in warmth and peace,
to hold you safe from all darkness
in a love that does not cease.

If only the sound of your name,
the dream of your beautiful face,
was enough to bring you gently forward,
in this time and place.

On Water’s Edge

Shake my soul, and it will appear,
the carnage of the fight,
long buried, not long forgotten,
the forsaken lagan.

I carry it with me, quietly,
a constant friend, foe,
the scar of a different time,
a shamed master.

Farewelled from me, and
me from faring well,
a last knife, a final twist,
a freefall from all known.

Now lie silent, now lie derelict,
consume the cold dark,
forget the sun, forget me,
lie abandoned, your just reward.

Your black tentacles reach far,
and for far too long,
a traitorous urchin, silent,
witness to the wreck.

A discordant chord rips through,
a sail whips me,
a bitter taste, a bitter memory,
a master forgetting its shame.

You’ve dipped below the sun,
dipped below all that matters,
all that moves here and there,
on these blue waters.

Now lie silent, now lie derelict,
consume the cold dark,
forget the sun, forget me,
lie abandoned.

On Two Little Satellites

Two little satellites,
circling around me,
two little giants,
loving and carefree.

Have I told you my dreams?
Can you possibly know?
How I miss your smiles,
deep in my heart they go.

Two little ramble boys,
with energy and play,
two little dreamers,
small only for today.

You may be all that I leave,
all that I can bequeath,
take my life and care, and
never from my love retreat.

Two little best pals,
so close and so kind,
two little royal heirs,
the ties that do bind.

Live your nows, unaware
sing, dance, run, and joke,
For you hold a special treasure,
my beyond today hopes.

Two little monkeys,
high up on a swing,
two little achievers,
the plaudits that sing.

Your future will be bright,
shining up, up, and above,
For you will always have me,
my care and my dear love.

On an Anticipated Son

How can I long for you,
how can I miss your face?
When I do not know, after all,
your time, your smile, your place.

You are but a dream today,
A song so sweet in my heart,
that, even now, I so fear
from that love to be apart.

You dance warmly in my dreams,
coming and going as you please,
breaking my heart when you fade,
slipping my hands with ease.

You came with a whisper,
choirs singing so sweetly,
but now you roar like a lion,
unchallenged and deeply.

I confess I am not ready,
and I will confess much more,
if you will only show yourself,
and erase the ghosts of before.

But I am left with only this love,
this love of something not known,
all my faults and sins and wrongs,
those I will gladly for you own.

If you hear my cry and prayer,
do not think me weak,
for it is a terribly great love,
a great reward that I seek.

I will stand here and wait,
I know not where to search.
It is you who must find,
and claim us from this perch.

On the day you find me,
do not mind my gentle tears,
for you will be here, my love,
my son, my child, my dear.

On A Builder’s Lament

I invoke no muse,
Her sweet whispers do betray
Listen, you smaller gods,
For you, I no longer pray.

I build for your troops,
Castles, hovels, and all other spots
But hollow idols you are,
For ample reward you give me not.

I build for your troops
Swords, shields, chariots, and spears
But so blind you are, cruelly,
To my quiet hidden tears.

I come to this Mount place
Not to proclaim, preach, or praise,
But to make right,
The truth, now I will raise.

There are no more prayers,
No more songs or pretty phrase,
Your impotence is now public
Your sanctuary is soon razed.

I build for your troops
But no never more,
Clap, clap, my thunder
Tremble like me before.

I toss Poseidon’s ships,
Along the rocks quickly smashed,
Broken.
Broken.

Clap, clap, my thunder!
Odysseus knows not my pain.
My journey is longer,
For whom do I build, my constant refrain.

False prophets, all of you,
The whole lot, I cannot stand
Liars, thieves, and cheats
Clap my thunder, again!

Hide yourself no more
Lesser and lesser gods, all alone.
Your Mount is now mine,
I am on the throne.