white birds
doves of pure love
fly side by side
between heaven and earth
touching white wings
from time to time
kissing beaks
wingtip caresses
going higher and higher
up to dappled-gray clouds
watered drops fall
golden drops of balm
heaven coming closer
earth falling behind
one dove of white
looks back at the other
then soars away
and one dove descends
finds its home
alone in the treetops

became your dream
of somewhere else
of when I was
your piece of reality
images of a past
of a future
of our todays
Déjà vu again
waking up to this dream
not sure when fact
became merely phantoms
when images
stepped outside
ran towards my mind
giving life
to only dreams of we two
was it I?
was it you?
we both twisted
into one cord of hope
one grain on a sandy beach

thief
you rummage
through the hours
****** away today
abduct memories
of sons and daughters
pull drawers open
throwing relationships
on the floor
memories scattered
everywhere
you take light
from the eyes
leave vacant stares
you rob family
of the person
you steal away spirit
and you take your time
snatching one piece
after another
even the ability to eat
before you're through
what's left is a skeleton
with dry bones
eroding in the Sun.

a sea witch wears
her sea glass gown
made up of aqua foam
pearl imbued silver drops
she smiles in icy shades
of green-blue and white
a crown of blue diamonds
adorns her silvery-green locks
she rides her porpoise
over waves that tumble
sea-spray green
bubble up
roar and rumble

a teal moon
showers teal beams
that overshadow all
a waterspout bursts forth
ascends upward
to touch her sea spray hand
she tames the chaos
as she rides atop a seahorse
brilliant flashes of blue
create a world of soft and hard
illumine her crystal seas

her siren's call
sends chills down
the spines of
hapless mariners
men who get caught
in her wicked
teal-green embrace
and like the slippery eel
she touches them
with her electric sting
and rattles the chains built
of sting-rays over their heads

Cleopatra heartbeats
each throb
held in the palm
of my Arcadian hand
chant along
with Egyptian ballads
wildly charismatic
dangerously alluring
jangle gold bracelets
and fly across
nomadic heart-miles
sway to
an Egyptian groove
walk lyrical
Egyptian steps
as I become
ruler of my land
queen of fanned flame