poem

well, sad I'll miss out on the next Friday five. (going to a wedding! out of town.)

and a poem that has taken me hours to write and is still not finished on a conversation with a friend, and the sky tonight.

{this is a plea}

You make the sky sing.

You make the clouds laugh,

the wind skip.

the peace that comes from a

starlit night is Yours.

but all the beauty contained

cannot hold the panic.

i can't keep your heart safe.

i can't force Him to.

you need more than a word,

more than a laugh.

why are you so afraid of life?

if you knew

all the times

i've broken

for you and ones with you.

if you knew how many hours

spent waiting on benches,

how many hours

of frosty breathing

februarys.

how many nights.

if you could compare this

to all those i have lost,

you would not go.

you would not forget.

you are not forgotten.

tomorrow there will be some sky.

my anger will melt, somehow.

Your peace will fill me up, again.

and you.

you are so much more.