Sunday, June 22, 2014

STRANGE SAD REAL ESTATE

STRANGE SAD REAL ESTATE
              (FOR KYLE)

You set up housekeeping,
Here in my abandoned soul,

Cleared the spider webs away
With your lantern fueled by coal.

Emptied the attic, uncovered my treasures
Of fine silk and of baby's breath,

Breathed new life into the rafters,
Cleared away the stench of death.

You made my bed anew with roses,
Vacuumed up the prickly thorns,

Strewed the petals sweet before me,
Like a lord unto the manor born.

You dusted every bedside table,
Plugged up every leak,
Polished the faucets 'til they gleamed,
And charmed my heart with your mystique.

Cleaned the carpets clogged with fear,
The kitchen of its clutter,

Took the bars from off the windows,
Removed the locks from off the shutters.

You set up housekeeping in my soul,
With designs so delicate and smart,

And overwhelmed with love divine,
The strange, sad real estate of my heart.

-Bruce Potts
Revised Copyright 2014
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Friday, June 13, 2014

THE RESERVOIR IS DEEP

THE RESERVOIR IS DEEP

The road is long and dusty,
Our throats are cracked and dry,
But the passion that I feel for you,
Is etched upon the sky.

In bright cascading colors,
It burns eternally.
Combustion that ignites the spark
In lasting chemistry.

Our love will age with a lasting grace
In sweet familiarity,
We will look back on our foibles
With amusement and hilarity.

And we will have the wherewithal
To gather up our forces,
When the waves crash hard against our vessel,
Strong will be our fortress.

I have no fear of losing you,
To the siren song of other men,
Whose voices join to drown out mine
With a high and mighty din.

My tongue will not fall silent,
I will tell the world with pride,
The thrill that races through me,
When we're walking side by side.

I will rise and shower you,
With words and deeds so tender,
And lay my head upon your chest,
And sleep in calm surrender.

For the road is crazed and serpentine,
The hills are harsh and steep.
But passion rushes in these veins,
And the reservoir is deep.

So never doubt as years fly by,
As swift as waterfalls,
My heart will always bend to you,
And heed your beck and call.

-Bruce Potts
Revised Copyright 2014
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Monday, June 2, 2014

SHOULD YOU STAY

SHOULD YOU STAY

Sometimes it hurts to dig in your heels, 
The soles of your feet bloody from the years.

Sometimes you don't even know how it feels,
When the rain and the thunder turn smiles into tears.

But should you stay,
Your faithfulness will sing through the trees,
This jungle of life will hold meaning for me.

And our legend will tunnel through annals of time,
Bigger than both of us, beauty sublime.

Sometimes the pain can sear through your soul,
You long to escape and to loosen your hold.

To flee to the mountains, to be anywhere but here,
The prognosis uncertain, the outcome unclear.

But should you stay,
Your steadfastness will fill me to the brim,
All the saints and holy men will offer up their hymns.

And I will be transported at twice the speed of sound,
To the vestibule of heaven, that sacred higher ground.

Sometimes it's an easy thing, to turn away and flee,
Overwhelmed by the crushing blow of a new calamity.

To watch a loved one suffer, holding death at bay,
His coffin in the rear view mirror, ominous and grey.

But should you stay,
Your goodness will sing through the trees,
The mystery of life will unravel for me.

And our legend will live in the annals of time,
Bigger than both of us, beauty sublime.

-Bruce Potts
Copyright 2014
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

SERENADE OF TWILIGHT

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