What I will and will not tell you

Today, emerged a lot of questions

that arrived too late to even raise.

I’ve proudly committed my decisions;

I'd rather take off than take the blaze.

What amount of what I feel is worth feeling?

Of what we’re saying needs to be said?

Should I be denying or should I be dealing?

What pushes me to push it out of my head?

How were you and I related?

What level of “we” would we be rated?

And when you ask, I’ll half-heartedly explain,

“we are spirits strong enough to stand apart,”

but that lingering question will remain…

will strength fail if entangled in the heart?

I do not have more answers than him, but I better know the game.
And even if it is right, nothing can screen that initial pain. 

Myrtle Beach, SC. Spring 2013

I like when we spend the day together

My dog is the shade of summer

And travels inverse to the sun’s hot glow.

By day at rest, by moon a runner

Yet at my heels where’er I go.

He grows sharp for the days of autumn

His pace augments as warm days wane.

Will race these hills from top to bottom,

but returns when I call his name.

Beau bears the temperament of winter;

the days are dark and he is fair.

Though time slows, he remains a sprinter,

So I follow him despite cold air.

And finally, he smells like springtime

Of warm wet soil, and life freshly sprout

Out-of-doors in the rain or shine

He reminds me what life, and love, are about.