Excuses, excuses-
They run through my mind
The circumstances aren't right
I'll do it next time

The time was running low
The sand slipping away
So I told you I loved you
In the last days of May

You told me you felt the same
Though it didn't show
The entire summer you left me
Feeling weary and hallow

I waited for you
To sit down and stay
Tomorrow, tomorrow
But never today

The world is losing
Gravity,
But no one can escape,
We're hurtling on our petrie dish
In a gel that seals our fate;
Gravitating
Towards black holes;
They're closer than you think.

In China
There's a wall of dust,
Seen clear from outer space;
Our living waters die
In a legacy of disgrace.
We're citizens
Wearing masks;
We should hide our faces,
But we're running daily tasks.
We're fossils burning
Fossil fuels
Found in cremation gas.

The amphibians
Are on the fringe;
Whales can't sound,
They run aground.
It's an environmental slaughter.

Our world has lost
Some gravity.
We need to plant our feet,
But  charnel fires
And greenhouse gas
Have hastened our retreat.
Migrating birds lose sense of time,
Confused by the lights.
The morning dove coos at night,
The nightingale at dawn;
We're like
New turtles muddling,
Under lost starlight.
We must grasp
The gravity
Of burning
Burning  light.

I dreamt love sent three kisses
Across the world to me.
She blew them from my homeland,
Across the expanse of sea.

Her first caressed
A southern breeze,
And wet an unknown shore.
There strangers slept,
Awoke, I wept,
That kiss was meant for me.

Her second swirled
On a wandering wave,
Was carried far from me,
Where it landed
On another man,
Far from the Irish Sea.

In morning rains
I stare at stones
Outside my cottage door;
The magpies flock,
They seem to mock:
"There's only one kiss more."

I'll get some rest
On that last kiss
With eyes part open,
Lips cracked,
Not broken,
When that kiss
Finds me.

you radiated more than
the sun, and shone
brighter than the moon
on a cloudless night, and
for some
reason you decided
that i was
worth your time.

i spent nights wondering
why you even
gave me the time
of day and
i still don't know
the answer
to that, but
i'm happy that
you did because you
are possibly the
best thing to
ever happen to me.

There are poets
On this site,
S/He's under rated,
Under critical lights.
Struggling with words,
Not being heard,
Presenting feelings
In their write.
Wanting to know
If they got it right.

So precise
the lines
yet not
this painting
done for you
Wisps of joy
and sorrow
in their passing
I see you watching
as they trail
across a sky of blue.

r ~ 7/23/14