A solitary torch, a solitary man

who led a solitary life,

wondered what the world held

that all the people moved about.

So he wandered

beneath the stars,

and found an alcove

arch of stone,

supported by a wall

with two entrances

on opposite sides.

Did they lead to different places, or meet again?

He stood there, now knowing which way to go, unable to choose.

He is there still, but the fire has gone out,

the stars no longer shine,

and within his never ending

quest of questions,

treasures of answers

remain gathering dust.

At the End

At the end,

we stood in the rubble

of what was once a

shining kingdom on a hill.


The snow fell

and chilled our hot tears

as we sifted through the

burned and broken stones

of our castle.


Winter crows gathered,

and one broke the bitter silence

to call more.


I threw the stone that

took its life,

but the echo was loud enough.

One by one they grew bolder,

and began to feast on the remains.


We lost the fight, the battle,

and the war.

And at the end,

we looked at each other

with sad indifference,

and went our separate ways.


These Sacred Scars

These sacred scars I bear are

not self-inflicted, but life induced.

I stand indicted

of others’ crimes

and cannot answer

for what’s not mine.

What I do

is cry in the dark

and bear witness

to the empty room,

the barren sky,

the callous cosmos,

that I bleed as

an innocent man.

Blazing Trails

They speak of cutting bait

to untangle your life.


They speak of burning bridges

so you don’t return to the things

you wish to leave behind.


They speak of cutting losses

to start all over again.


But I am for blazing trails,

setting them alight so that

no one follows.

Light Breaker

I heard the light crash like thunder into the darkness.

Saw the obsidian surrounding my cage


Heard the screams and wails and curses

turn to laughter, songs, and shouts of joy.

For too long

I walked under the canopy,

shielded from everything.

Yielding nothing.


And the light broke

through the darkness.


I saw the sky blue swatch of sky

flecked and speckled with drifting clouds,

felt the breeze of an early summer evening

cool on my skin.

The slope of the climb

to the world above was gentle, easy

and pleasant.

My heart rejoiced.

My will rebelled.

I wanted this light,

this blue, this breeze.

This joy.

But I burrowed

further down and broke

the light,

and sent it on its way.



We sailed

on a serene

silver river

to a









To discover

what we would

about the new world

we would claim

our own


and when

we skimmed

through the

billowing cloudbank


we were


drifting apart


separate vessels


opposite ways









And Yes, I Still Believe in Love

And yes, I still believe in love
I still believe it’s there
It’s trembling out there somewhere in
the frosty winter air

Or trapped inside a mountain cave
from which it can’t escape
because it fell while running out
and gave its knee a scrape

Or floating on the raging sea
and looking for a light
to guide it safely home to shore
before it’s out of sight

Perhaps it’s on a city street
outside at a café
You didn’t hear it call your name
and hurried on your way

Perhap it’s somewhere crying for
it cannot find a heart
that seems to want to keep it and
not tell it to depart

So when we say we ‘look for love’
that happens to be true
I still believe it’s out there and
it’s looking for us too.