Signed up for love, welcomed humility
And pain, each with their own distinctive voice
Into my song, their voices fighting futility.
Walking towards You is my daily choice.
Help me neglect these lesser melodies found
In sunlit grass. The wine, sweet and easy
Makes me forget to love. I am bound
By its music which vows to appease me.
My heart thrills to its cadence, its warm theme
But it is empty, devoid of all renewal.
Lies run through it like a ragged seam
My freedom is found in patient refusal
Meet me here in this closet darkening
Where at last I stop, in the stillness harkening.
All Things: 