The Elephant

Love, find me here...

In places where foreheads press in vain
Against a deeper strength.
Light leaks slipping through green canopies.
Souls flowing out,
Down into fields of tall grass,
Farmlands,
Peace in an old, tired fence post
Placed there in days long gone, by sleeping spirits,
Broken only to the fools who thought
Themselves more enlightened.

Find me in the rough, sinewy skin
Contradicting graceful strides,
Intent and purposeful.
Body still flowing despite the workload.

The way his eyes close,
Head lowers, 
He knows.

It's in every exhale,
All the ways we have failed.
Him.
Ourselves.
Love,

Find us here.

Desire

My days are wide,
Quiet.
Complete and still.

See, someday.
Smile your happy hidden soul.
Blow it through
The faded eyes and
Narrow mind -
Wishing for the past you
Took for granted
When it happened.

Oh, love
It disappears.
Bad times are real.
You have to want to try
More than shut your eyes
If ever you're to make it.

Or just smile
and say
goodbye.