sky, a sea;
the sun is a ship sinking
slowly
into slumber  

& i’m a seed
sleeping
on soiled sheets,

sproutless, seeking the solace

of silence,
the nascence
of night—
the delight

in drawing dreams from dust
to dusk into day
into divinity;
in withdrawing

to the wild and wondrous
womb of waking.

I wonder
How to plan trees.
Sow and plant seeds.

How we could listen
Instead of talk.

How i could show
A bean, a beanstalk.
How we might one day grow
From raindrops to mighty oaks.

Is it always you and me?
Asks an acorn of a tree.

Is it just you and I
Going someplace
Side by side?

It takes roots to rise,
And courage to thrive.

So let the wind,
A breath, a sigh,
Sweep you up.


The world is much brighter
If you fall far from my side.

I am here in the hazy light of a new dawn
writing to you.
You and I here alone
is like floating in a soft piano nocturne.
Gliding over the keys with natural finesse
is a taste of heaven.

Here in this muted light
with you in mind
a privilege no less
than being in the majestic presence
of loving and friendly royalty.

Writing to you
from the inner reaches of my heart
is a journey
more precious
than the emerald landscape
I can see
to the far horizon
of this new day.

The freshness of this moment
basking in our love
is a tiny sprout
greeting blessed light
thrilled with the sticky twining
of its new life.

It is good being here
alive with you.

Written 7-19-18