No Strangers

Let's be adroit
and step before the others
their attention held by their fear
the plunge of the fault line
I've watched you walk
without a path
no stranger to what now

You are adept at the shadow dance
a night bird in bright sunlight
but have met your match in me
a denizen of the in-between
we've learned to walk
necessity's path
no strangers to what now

Rivers

In the blindness of translucence
could we pick a moment apart from its veil
an eye to the hurrying clasp
sliding a palm where the flesh is fresh
kicking a cover not to be alone

I am coming before the sadness settles
what matters is my sense of self
I love rivers the way they hold me
I am flowing away from a world
straight into another

Whose Eyes

I am a player of the edge
never taking sides
I am the sail blown by the wind
always ready to come about
why give your heart to me
when I never pledge in faith
yet passion is my engine
a purple disguise
a blessing and a curse
depending upon whose eyes