Let me make beauty
Let me be beauty
Let me know your beauty

We are Light
Gathered and bound
In water and salt.

Once
I loved a woman,
Traced Andromeda
In the curve of her ear,
Counted stars
On her freckled face.
I took delight in her smells,
The desert of her hair,
Ocean below,
Her sometimes pungent embrace.
Her hungry mouth
Held our love of garlic.
I gave tongue to worship at her lunar altar.
While our toes mingled,
Fingers entwined,
We spoke into the night.

How could I not know of God?

Memories are like snowflakes
So fragile
Each unique
So easily destroyed
Especially those of Love

Hate not so much

I have a thousand
Upon a thousand
Snowflakes of you
I have kept them in the darkest
Coldest corner of my heart
Where they have never melted
Never will

I sit in candlelight,
Old, sad ballads
On my turntable,
Thinking of you,
Writing of us,
Playing the pathetic lonely artist
In his garret.

We were watching Disney when
You ran into the night
Never to return.

No longer mine,
I guess you never were.

My glass holds 
A measure of gin
That never measures drowning
The measure of my loss
From your two feet
Out the door.

A first date,
I held open for you
The door of my Chevy.
You held open not only 
The door to your heart
But to your family,
The only I was ever to have.
As one new to love
I loved them,
Sure even now
They loved me too.

Do I need tell
How I loved you?

My daughter walks 
The backstreets of my heart
But will never walk the Earth,
For life denied me children
While you treasure a daughter
With another man.

Like a drowned man 
Drug ashore,
I thought all memories 
Of our life together
Dead.
But like a lifeguard’s hands
Those letters
Brought them back to life
In a mighty gasp,
******* in joy,
Coughing, spewing sorrow.

I cannot hate you.
Tell me
Please 
How to live 
With loving you
Still and Forever,
You I never,
You still 
I may not have.

You are the long, long shadow
Lain across my life,
Lain across my heart
Where memories of you
Lie like old curled parchment
Desiccated of joy
But not of sorrow.

Please
Take my hand,
Step into my light.
I long to see your face,
The count of joys
In lines radiant from your eyes,
The count of sorrows
In lines falling from your lips.
Do I rightly remember
Your eyes the color of
Norway fjords?
Is that shining fall of hair
Now grey entire?
Are grey your days?

Please take my hand,
You were once the joy
Beneath my touch.
You were my light.
May my lips touch yours
With a tenderness I owe you,
So much time has taught me.

Let this not be the end of us
A dust rag taken to
A few old memories.

I did not quest for visions,
Nonetheless Truth found me.

Four mornings strung
I did not wake.
One does not wake
From the haunts of insomnia.

I rose from sleepless sheets.
I watched the sunrise
Sheen on angels,
One hundred perched
With crows in the trees.

I smelt coffee, bacon,
Weary went below
Where an angel at the stove
Pointed with spatula,
Sit, eat she commanded.

I sat with three holy,
Smelling sweetly of
Divine,
Three aglow, glistening
Wrapped in robes of
Light.

I was shown
My Book of Life,
Made to linger over
Acts of Love,
Page upon page
Of times I found
Courage and strength,
Was selfless and giving.

The spatula was pointed once more.
Go, sleep she ordered.

I climbed back in bed,
I tossed, I turned
Until I felt the slightest weight
Down at my feet.

His beauty was a terror
To behold,
Satan.
He spoke in such a soft lilt,

Until you learn
To love yourself,
I will always own you.

You are my moon

Your moods wax and wane
With pages torn from my calendar

Your beauty not constant
Bewitching at your fullest
When you reflect upon me
The light of others
No heart shine of your own

The days vary
Each I long for nights
When your pull
Upon my tide of blood
Raises it up
To wash my mind’s shores
With foaming scour
Majestic power
Leaving my morn strewn with
A drift of storm wrecked feel

But those moods!
When you wrap yourself in cloud
Hide for days
On end, until
I wish to kneel in desert sands
Beneath, before another moon
Constant