The Red Shoe


A little red shoe
Is the gateway
To the world
Full of dreams for you

It lies in innocence
Deep in the garden
Of my blooming daffodils
Awaiting your remembrance

A swing set sways
Blown by the wind
Wishing for your company
On this winter’s day

Awaiting your tiny hands
That held on to the chains
And with each rise
Imagined unknown mysterious lands

A lovely dressed up doll
Sits alone at your tea party
She misses the hugs
That kept away the night’s cold

She awaits mundane conversations
Your fairy tale concerns
The view from the dollhouse now:
Everyday is a dark revelation

Perched on my window sill
My cold dark mind
Flutters like that bee
Buzzing around my daffodils

They miss your touch so tender
Their beauty belying the truth
They bloom from the love
Seeping through from six feet under….


I walk down from heavens
To take stock of hell
I walk down to give hope
To souls who in purgatory do dwell
I am not their savior
They are their own
I will not save them
From what they do not know
At length a time will pass
When the waters of the ancient lore
Will reflect to them like glass
The truth about their naked gore
And those who perish
Here tonight will die in true hope
Yet they will pass on a story
Too tragic to cope
Will he wake up
And see his sins
Or will he lay bare
His tears among his kins
Those who can’t find
Their love shouldn’t cry
They aren’t gone forever
They didn’t die
They merely walk
With me here
They stride across the mountains
On the shores of the river
I didn’t take what’s yours
What I did to you
You do unto yourself!