Silent River

Amidst a sorrow

deep and wide,

the noise of my rhyme

I can barely abide.

The dam having burst,

river now overflows;

I'm swept by the current

wherever it goes.

En Route

And what do they know

of who you are?

Words are like kites

rustling mutely, afar.

But let it be, let it be --

let the words have their day.

Let some thoughts touch ground

before blowing away.

Of Worth

The selfish hasten to surrender

what Love rejoices to remember.

Honey's Cure for Woe

Words are useless

for this pain.

Perhaps I'll wash it off

in the rain

and dry me in the next sunny day,

then hop on a cloud,

and soar away.

Sunny Honey

Honey apologized

for her heart.

All kinds of trouble

it would start.

All her life,

she loved too much;

her mother often

repeated such,

not comprehending how a girl

could get her heart in such a whirl,

so twisted 'round another's finger --

one who would neither love nor linger.

Perhaps it was a father thing,

a search for a dad who would make her heart sing,

looking high and low for a strong, worthy hero --

heartbroken after batting zero.

Honey once tried not loving at all

and felt over her life a terrible pall

like death warmed over -- no pain, and no joy --

much better she felt pining over a boy.

So Honey reclaimed her runaway heart,

displeasing others more cunning and smart,

others who preferred staying wary and alone

over daring to love when the sun next shone.

Locks Declined

Trust is not mere feeling,

passive plunging down a hill.

Trust is a decision of

"I want to and I will."

Trust is not a guarantee

the other will come through.

Trust is love enough to say,

"I choose to believe in you."
The lock serves well in hostile zones,
accompanied by key,
but trust posts love as sentry,
preferring to be free. 

Of Power and Contradiction

The key -- a symbol of control.

The key -- a seed of war:

Guarantor of privacy

which also unlocks the door.