from your head to your toes

at the bottom of a glass
of amber ripples soft and biting
your name came up to whisper to me
where you been
what new hopes you been inviting

thought you'd gone
on hol'day to forever
never to return, to sever
to begin anew and weather
storms and springs on shoes untethered

but the tides the glass embracing
so surprising, secrets seeping
make me turn and contemplate the spirit
of revolving doors and drifting
back again to the beginning
sinking
spinning
scanning
dreaming

mind made up and senses ready
take the road, the pack, the bedding
i'm sure you thought so, so did i
yet one step forward two steps back
and so it's back, the drawing board awaits
the keyboard, websites, nights up late
to wait
to stay
to leave
to cherish
so nightmarish
sacred, secret, scarlet, scary

so dive again, once more into them
amber waves of memory brightening
in your eyes, your smile, your blessings
whiskey drops my throat caressing
no response, these ripples messy
i'm guessing
i'm stressing
breaking
promises and missing
back to check, to see and hoping…..
nothing
only me just whispering
baby girl, baby sting, baby mine

solace

there's a space
in the middle of warfare
in the midst of the clash
a split second of timelessness
where the action seems to slow down
and in that finite enternity i find
sanity
reasons
remembrance
focus
future
and the solace of your face