Stranger times
have come around
longing fills my soul –
and a flame
where moths encircle
claims my heart

Secrets sworn to January
breathe the frigid air
reminders of a faraway –
love I waited for

Quiet has no sense of wrong
kneelers at the cross
as late I’ve come
to wonder where you are –
the rush of waves
of falling stones –
feathers paint the rafter
a raven took my name
just yesterday

Timber clings to canyons
where another steeple built –
and long days
on the road
are almost gone –

Music strums the radio
reminders of the heat –
windows down and all night long
to sing

Sometimes
the echoes crush me
with their way of coming home
like pieces of the plans
we took along –

Heaven
keeps a piano tuned –
a fiddle by the bed
stars to pry –

yet somewhere now
they dance