Estuary boils mist
Onshore.

Pier obscure.

Hidden-

Only zero and one
Betray my place

Below Estuarine mud
The first webbed foot

Shows stone.

Gulls shriek through
Blue/grey sky

On Parkland Pond
Cygnets Echelon.

My day is deep, long

Encompassing
A million feathered years

wave,cresting
       ,only
      falling
       since,
it was always
  
new.
  Deep Blue,
i am unfound
in swimming
  You,

fingers,finding
   nothingbut
platonic
           seaweed,

feet,trying
     ,kickingthe
  crystal
                crust

of her,gorgeous,
dipping
         membrane.

Love, i just want
    to kiss You
          ,& i am so
turbulent in
             waiting,

   God.

I chewed on a pencil for tea
an unpleasant splinter of graphite 2B,
my head machine purrs, but cogs do not whir
nothing stirs,  
no word flowers grow,
I need some more seeds,
are they herbs are they verbs or irritating weeds  
I don't know,
how this could be so,
I will make me a garden for rhymes to bloom,
poems only flower if you give them some room

We exist
In the spaces between the lines
In the pages of a story
That we write at different times

We live
In the subtle phrases
In the corners of a poem
That we read in early morning

We love
In between the moments
In a way we can't quite say
That we know is far too dangerous

Ancient trees entwine
Bluebells spread upon the moss
Beauty lines the path

whispered
silent
song
on
lips
where
silence
often
rests.