Thursday, December 4, 2014

Heartbeat and Mine

One day we’ll get it just right,
You and I,
Where your hand clasps mine
Just right.

Meaning that though we’ve got it all now,
That one day the earth will see
And beware the coming fire
That we will make.

Like two waves coming together as one,
The breeze that ripples a tune on a grassy hill,
A tortoise winning the race,
Or a comet slinging past the sun.

What was strong
Will be strongest.
What was lovely
Will be loveliest.

With your hand in mine,
We breathe with the life in us,
The fire running through us,
And a heart beating, beating with a heart.

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Where the Floorboards Creak

Softly now,
Or else she might hear.

Don’t talk now,
Or else the wild ones might know.

Better to not move,
For the mayor’s nearby.

Quietly sift,
This grain isn’t your own!

Blood red images of taken
Bread and salt shaker
I didn’t go fast enough
To escape the mess talking
Along a valley cliff
Trees opened close to me
On both sides they ran
On my mind we screamed
And I take and I can’t
But it wasn’t me, that bread
Salt shaker quilt cranny
A cranberry for the nook
The snout is bright blood red!

“You thief!” he yelled,
And I knew he wasn’t wrong.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014


(from Zachary Bruno’s “Dancing in the Rain” – Jan. 14, 2014)

I ran the races and saw faces
And I succeeded in the end
Once more, another time
When I did everything right.

Freedom they say,
Is something to be gained
By fight and by flight
But that sounds a lot like fear to me.

And I sit here in home and comfort
Drawing up plans for fun
And the undone which
Everyone will enjoy when complete.

But then the day it’s finished
What will I see?
I’ll still have nothing in my hands
Except the point where I began.

And I say,
I would rather dance
Like the children that rejoice for their father.
This is freedom, I say.
Let me dance my freedom.

Saturday, June 7, 2014

Glow, Ember, Glow

Quite a way out
From where he laid down his life
And his friends lost their disbelief,

I didn’t gain the nerve
To dance to the music.

The melody sometimes
Is like a wave washing
Through green leaf trees
And a cup of tea that leaves
A little sweat on your brow
And a little freedom in your limbs.

You move and you move
And the movement is everything.
You sing and you dance
And the movement is everything.

You gather your friends and your family
And march down the street
With a guitar and a drum
Singing to the beat
Of a song that is like fire
With long-lasting embers
For a body full of life
And sweet hymns in its members.

Sing true, dance free,
Breath of life be in you.
Sweet Savior of mine I know,
May my stillness discontinue.

For then we rise in freedom.
For then we sail the seas.
Then we raise our voices.
And now come dance with me.