Will you?

There is a wide, wide field 

And there are a hundred thousand stars 

And there is a patch of cool, damp grass 

Will you away with me? 
There is a deep, deep lake

And there are schools of fish and flocks of birds

And there is a space where the water is thick with life

Will you away with me?
There is a warm, warm room

And there are a pair of mugs with breaths of steam

And there is a blanket big enough for two

Will you stay with me?

Autumn

Autumn arrives on a train headed east

Headed right off the edge of the world

She comes in with two carpet bags and an indefinable sense of style

A scarf thrown carelessly – no, effortlessly – over her shoulder

I am all jealousy

Autumn has come

With no hint of maple sweetness

Yet

With every brisk vivacity of color and saturation

I am all falling over myself

To find out

How she manages to wake up like that in the morning

And I long to be Autumn

Like a young girl longs for romance and roses

Spending long afternoon hours

Gazing dreamily into heaven

Twirling her hair around her finger

 

Bleeding

I’m bleeding onto the paper again
And I’ve lost a lot of blood
But it would be
More fatal not to
More fatal not to let my heart
squeeze the blood on
through my veins and gush
All I know and feel and pray and am
More fatal not to flood the lake
And break the dam
To let it all escape before I’ve found
It’s filled up to the rim
And I have drowned.