Tao

In the stolen hour before dawn
every life is equal
Plants stretch open, anticipating
the next crucial sequal
Husband and son asleep snore softly
demands not yet spoken-
But I and my tea watch the sunrise
with a peace unbroken.

Every Piece of Self

I'll hold you
And feed you
hopeless lies
I will make
your dreams mine
I will paint
my own face
in your pain
My blood will
flow from your wounds
and
Every piece of Self
I possess
will break
to love you
If you would
simply smile
once more.