nomadic heart

and i remember your voice
whispering
soft voice
like that of an old friend
always arriving in late evenings
when my body is settled
sleeping next to him
you call to me
urging me
to walk quietly
it's been so long since i heard you
nomadic ancestor
he loves me
but i understand
he does not know the ways
the path he takes
is not mine.

mosaics

stringing words
of hypocrisy like glass beads on thread.
snap and fall
shatter on the ground,
manifesting
into a mosaic of colors
i will find beauty in this
and walk barefoot
across a masterpiece
created by you

thin line

space between
i wanted to live in the distance
between two connected souls
connect the line
or cut it off
now i'd rather be on one side
than in between
light my light
light it bright

i have lived outside
of you
made me a woman
who is unfamiliar
with hearts on sleeves
open books
comfort
solitude is you
and is my unwilling companion
i live in glances
and stay for the possibility
of your attention
**

hung prayer beads from a note written on scrap paper
folded over,
origami love letter
you wrote of love i never understood
illiterate poet
they controlled your mind
but you spoke of honor
for land full of grace
the way thyme grew from the ground
love that grew from the seeds of olives
to full grown groves
first press
i saw the view you have in a picture
overlooking miles of green hills
i hope you are still in love
i pick flowers in your name
from the earth they come
to the earth you go

when it all goes quiet
do you long to hear her voice?
*

caught my breath
before you took it away