
Before I met you
I’d never stolen lilacs
for anyone else.

Before I met you
I’d never stolen lilacs
for anyone else.

The calloused farmer
cradles his newly born son,
awkwardly tender.

Before I met you
I thought I was so darned cool.
Clueless, more like it.

What was it really
that overcame your heart’s fear
when you fell for me?

Waking at midnight …
tender words and embraces …
drifting off assured.

That first flush of love
when all your longing and hope
find their focal point.

May it never be!
That I fail to remember
the gift of your love.

I may be away,
but my thoughts lie down with you,
my beloved one.

A curious thought —
what if God were like Bob Ross,
painting happy trees?

I must turn away
All the suffering I see.
I cannot bear it.