The Cliff (for a friend)

Of all the times we danced near the edge,
I never thought we'd end up here.

Funny how we're holding hands,
but we're not thinking about how this feels,
only how we'll keep from falling.

I can tell you looked down,
but please don't let go.

Hold on to my hand,
and I'll pray I'm strong enough
to hold you up.

Love Errant

This could be our fairy tale--
with you my prince, and I your princess,
But our kingdoms sit
on either side
of these mountains,
with only these tunnels,
and the film running between them and
music: the rails, connecting the two of us,
and God, the train that carries us forward.

If only I could see through
these dim windows,
to see what you think of me from
that platform,
if you think of me at all.