A Week of Rain

You found love in the rain one Monday morning,
As you laughed beneath the warm spring storm
And your love stood by, in awe of you.

Tuesdays have never treated you well
As you fell out of love, vowing never to repeat it.
So you dried your hair and closed the door and that was that.

On Wednesday you longed for a place unseen by man
But grew worried that it would no longer matter it if you found it
So you found yourself haunting the same old streets at night.

Thursday was when your heart skipped a beat,
That brief second when you had slipped and lowered your shield.
You made a note not to let that happen again.

Friday found the rain carrying on and carrying over its business as usual
But now it lacked its warmth and sympathy as it leaned on your shoulders,
Just tears falling in time to burden your back.

Saturday struck you in a most unexpected way.
As you ambled around the house you found yourself breathing,
You had no recollection of having started or how long this had been occurring.

Sunday you tore out of the house, you had been pent up too long anyway.
The rain was still outside the house, waiting on you
To laugh and dance and love and fight for yourself once again.

And you did.

Recovery Ward

Have you ever been shaken awake by someone you love?
A toss and turn of a body or the weeping of someone unexpected.
A gasp and you're awake, be it innocence or tragedy.
You could have been dreaming; it could have been about love,
But what do you know about what it means to love?
Perhaps love is a couple huddled together for warmth
In the sterile cold of the cancer ward.
It's the same thing when a husband holds his wife,
Watching their kids perform the sounds of Christmas morning.
It's the same thing as a couple swearing in a car,
Too stubborn to leave and too young to know better.
All just different sides to the same coin.
So why limit love to your dreams when it's real?
It's a hard battle and it'll tear you apart to mend your bones at the end of the day.

Long Way North

You will love
And you will be open and terrified.
Like great heights and bottomless seas, it will test you.
It will ask of you all your strength that you can muster and then more.
It will leave you shaking and euphoric, wondering how you came to feel this way.
It will leave you afraid, because no one is afraid behind walls and doors.
And it will also leave you.

You will stumble into deserts that you never thought would be possible,
Dwarfing you with the towering amber dunes,
Blinding you with the sun and heat and sand in your eyes.
No reprieve for you from the wind and the heat and the scope of it all.
No direction, no compass, no map.
And you will be alone.

You will be abandoned at times out in the dark forests,
As you struggle through broken landscapes with tempting lights in the fog.
Know they're not real, for here there be monsters and broken souls,
Lurking and waiting, unwilling to go on, those that have settled.
You know you could easily join them, those that have become lost.
And you be tempted.

You will find true home and shelter in all manner of places.
The honest thing is that we all feel safe and warm with someone in our beds.
Whether it's a parent comforting a scared, small child
Or a couple laughing late into the dark in the face of a hard day.
Home is a work of labor, a harbor with the lights left on.
And you will love.

Wait

Just come and shake me now,
Wake me so I know you're still with me.
Take me and shatter me at the ends of the earth.
Pupils contract at the light rushing up to meet us above.
Have you ever felt this before, with the wind in your fingers?
Chase me to the deeps of the ocean where leviathans still dwell.
Lead me to the last lonely spires that crown the heights above us all.
At the end will we be able to go back along the same way that we came?
Where is this going? What's happening? Louder, surer, brighter, and suddenly
Home.