Cape Ball Nights

Tell me the night won't be too lonely,
Kiss away my fears.
Laugh at all those stupid daydreams,
Wipe away the tears.
Hold me in your arms,
Hold me till I'm strong.
Put me on a highway,
Tell me I belong.
I'm reaching out for something,
Some distant fading dream.
That I've had a thousand times now,
That I'm trying to believe.
Have faith in the music,
Dance in the sun.
Go this way and that way,
Do things right or wrong.
Make it seem like forever,
A thousand miles too long?
Kiss away my tears,
Tell me it's not wrong.
To feel like I'm a stranger,
To feel I don't belong.
Kiss away the fears,
Tell me I belong.

Walks

We walk on the edge of sun and darkness. Trying to stay in the sun.
We come from the darkness. Dance in the sun light. Then we step off into the darkness again.

Hands

Sun's warmth embraces me like your arms once did. Looking into the sky, there are eagles a dozen or more.
Playing on the thermals above, circling, catching each other by the talons and falling, spinning in a dizzying dance to the earth. Letting go just in time to recover and climb back to do it all again.
Laying where we had laid, making love, so long ago. Calloused hands touching all the tender flesh,tender places, feeling your breath in long hair. Your strong body laying in the sun embracing this body.
Alone now, your calloused hands at rest, cold and deep in the ground. They will never touch the tender parts that are still on this earth, warm and inviting. Remebering our love, you taught me how to love and be loved and for this I honor you.
Watching the eagles above from where I lay, alone, touching with calloused hands now, tender skin. Thinking of your warm lips as I am touching this flesh that is still left on this earth, alone with desire. Feeling the need to be touched and loved, breasts naked to the sun, I love myself alone with calloused hands.
Your essence is still with me, in every seed that is laid in the earth, every row that is plowed, in the hoe in these calloused hands.

Home coming.

Living on the edge, you have to be careful not to trip or slip and fall off.
The geese come again; they come by the tens, twenties, fifties
They come again. Every year they come.
The geese come in their big flocks of V’s, making the sky dark.
They come again. Every year they come to nest.
The town’s people gather on the dock, breaths hot steam in the cold air.
Seals and whales gather in the inlet, content, just to watch, that they can see.
Do they look for the peace that surrounds us, that cannot be seen?
The Swans have long gone, white snow and their white wings.
Sun setting, giving homage to the day, the end of day, or the beginning of night?
The little Hummingbird has made it back, just so amazing, and such a little thing in the cold.
Some come for the comfort, some for the lies as the sun falls to the earth.
Such a journey for the little Hummingbird, you hear it long before seen, so busy.
A few cry while others laugh, some sing and shout their delight.
Little Hummer, never still, flower to flower, for to stop is to die.
Walking off the dock, by twos and fours, back to what they believe, they live.
Life on the Edge is too much for some, too close to the raw truth of life, for others cannot stay!
Watch for the swallows, they come by the hundreds to make nests, eat our bugs.
Water, tranquil, peaceful, waiting for a person to trip, slip off the Edge and slip into peaceful.
Make their nests, raise the young, let them fledge; send them back, from the peaceful edge.
Peaceful waters, dark, waiting to comfort those that trip, slip under the raw truth.
Sandhill cranes come to dance, their dance of love, mate for life.
Dancing and singing for the dark waters, slipping my hands into your clean, cold comfort.

An Epitaph for a Dog

1991-2007
Why an epitaph for a dog and not for one of my husbands? I have been widowed twice, and I have of yet to write an epitaph for either of them. I will write one for this creature.
I have never spent 16 years with ether husband, but I did with this dog. I had the longest relationship with this dog, more than any with any person that was not my of family. The love and understanding we had between the two of us kept everybody mystified.
He showed up on my porch with his litter mates, 1991. I had his mother and grandmother (I shot his grandmother, she was a bitch).
He never did ‘tricks’, and was never fond for toys. He was a working dog and proud of it.
He was welcome into everybody’s house; and all the other dogs enjoyed his company.
We protected each other from the dangers of this world as best we could. He protected me against some men, while I slept in my car. He helped me get home more than once- ‘To the truck, Brew, show me where the truck is.’ After we worked all day picking chanterelles. Finding the way out of the bush was at times, tricky, but he always knew how to get back to the truck.
Kind and loving, non-judgmental, what can you ask for? Never complained- well, sometimes he would whine. A joy to all that knew him!
When we were away from the islands, on the mainland, people would say that he needed to be on a leash. How could they not see he was leashed to my heart? He would never leave my side. If I went into a store or a Mall, he would wait outside, never leaving with someone else.
As a hunter, there was none that could match his skill. An accomplished tracker, he loved to hunt. I do hope that he has found the happy hunting grounds in the sky.
Bye Bye Brew.
Dee.