A Frozen Peace

The woods outside my door

Are begging me to plunge into their

Snow covered depths,

With fresh fallen powder 

To crunch beneath my boots. 

The still and frozen air

Is heavy with the silence

Of a thousand stifled thoughts.

My heart thuds quietly in my chest

And my breath fogs the space around me

Before being whisked away on the breeze. 

Fallen trees and hardy saplings 

Provide an obstacle course for my 

Hike among the bowing trees. 

Nature holds its breath

On the late December day,

Its furious frozen temper

Abates

And for a moment the world 

Is at peace

While I am left longing for the peace of your presence. 

Poetry Sunday: Christopher Marlowe

The Passionate Shepherd to His Love by Christopher Marlowe

Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That Valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

 

And we will sit upon the Rocks,
Seeing the Shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow Rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing Madrigals.

 

And I will make thee beds of Roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of Myrtle;

 

A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty Lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;

 

A belt of straw and Ivy buds,
With Coral clasps and Amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.

 

The Shepherds’ Swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May-morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me, and be my love.

Thoughts from 40,000ft

 Watching the world fly by from the window seat is incredible. From this height I can see the beginning of the curve of the earth and the ground seems so far away. Are we closer to the stars of the burning heart of the universe or the stars of fabricated and fickle electricity? Can we drag them down to us? The winter haze has set in across the surface, blending the horizon to a dark smudged line, where ground and sky are indiscernible from the other. And above that? The vast expanse of inky sky with blazing stars flickering in their dance across the sky. I see Orion and Cassiopeia, and the tail of Ursa Major just touches the horizon, connecting the mortality of humanity to the immortality of stardust. We travel at 600 miles an hour, but everything seems transfixed by the unblemished view we have of the cosmos. I wished on every star I saw, more than I could count, and on the ones I couldn’t see. The stars made me weep and wish for your warmth, for your hand in mine, your voice in my ear. Do they look the same where you stand? I float above the clouds, while you are stare up from the ground.

my soul cries out

The train pulls away from the station

taking my heart 

and leaving me standing on the platform

with silent tears streaming down my cheeks. 

Heavy feet carry me out of the station

and into the cool night air

where the stars and moon stare down 

as passive observers to my anguish.

My soul cried out in agony

begging to be returned 

to its beloved,

and every step that takes me further

away from you

slowly tears apart my chest

until the dam splits and is rendered useless.

I stand alone on the dark and empty commons

weeping and wishing for your warmth

and your hand in mine.

My soul eagerly awaits the day

it once again stands before you

full to the point of overflowing with love.

A Week of Stolen Kisses

A week of stolen kisses

and subtly intense glances with eyes flicking away at the last moment

was the most difficult challenge.

The SAT, my exams, interviews-

nothing could hold a candle to it.

Oh how I wanted to wrap you up in my arms

and kiss you until the stars came out.

I stole kisses where I could,

in the coolness of the basement

far from prying eyes,

beside the bonfire

with flickering flames to hide our faces,

on the balcony hidden in shadows

beneath the midnight moon.

Heart racing in the moments of near capture

and stifled giggles muffled in pillows.

I’m curled against you when I wake,

your arm pulled tight around my waist

intertwined with dreams and reality

and begging the sun to wait

just 15 minutes more.