the answers

today perhaps, {

a moment or so, ago,
i asked the cynic,
sitting in my chair,
what he thought,
of such and such,
he scoffed.

a moment or so, ago,
i asked the thinker,
leaning on my wall,
what he figured,
of this and that,
he paused.

a moment or so, ago,
i asked the lover,
standing in the mirror,
what he felt,
of life and love,
he frowned.

a moment or so, ago,
i asked the joker,
looking in my fridge,
what he deemed,
of do's and don'ts,
he laughed. }

tomorrow perhaps, {
i'll ask again. }

still searching (thought i lost this one)

the glimpse of first light to the waking,
the promise of day to a child,
the comfort of a proven remedy,
she is,
heaven's fingertips to human skin,

the magic of a mystery unexplained,
the fragrance of memory returned,
the beauty of a dewdrop undisturbed,
she is,
rhythm to a dancer's feet,

the mischief of an ad lib,
the weight of old men's tears,
the persistence of a lingering doubt,
she is,
freefall to a jumper's breath,

the substance of a good intention,
the rush of that first untruth,
the assurance of a promise kept,
she is,
poetry for a storyteller,


somewhere she waits for me to find.

ode to the warrior

the dream of the warrior, to leave his sword sheathed,
but the waking day will force his hand,
the dream of the warrior, to put down his shield,
but the waking day will stake his land,

the dream of the warrior, to hold close his wife,
but waking day will threaten her breath,
the dream of the warrior, to learn much of life,
but the waking day is a teacher of death,

the dream of the warrior thus, must seem,
to die, to sleep, perchance to dream,