I was my own best thief

I was my own best thief

Dreams halved and halved again

A child’s blanket reduced 

To threads to make us men

Choices for the moment

Thinking that time is long

Time cannot be stored up

Compromises were wrong

Such an eerie silence

Such an eerie silence 

The skies without airplanes 

Two fingers of sadness

Fallen on old Dutch lanes

So many families 

The loss of yet to come

Miss Liberty witnessed

Yet she did not succumb

Lilies of the valley

Lilies of the valley

Beneath a dryer vent

Tumbles down the park hills

In Springs that came and went

The brief peony blooms

The daisies split and shared

The hummingbird moths and

The red cardinals paired

Blue, magenta and white

Blue, magenta and white

Love of another shade

Not the red carnation

Or paler painful fade

Not purple valor or

Black as a club or spade

But in the twilights where

The sun does not pervade

Arrested by beauty

Arrested by beauty

Migrating monarchs meet

Small swirls of powdered wings

Along a busy street

An older woman stops

And joins the scenery

In the shade on a bench

Blending with greenery 

Germany not again

Germany not again

The Alt Right is not right

Why are we so lost on

Supremacy of white

And it is not normal

For someone to support

A rapist pedophile

While innocents deport

I dream for you my loves

I dream for you my loves

Trees are heavy with fruit

The walk to oases 

Are kind in your pursuit

May you grow how you grow

An architect of you

An engineering mind

A heart as big as true