I wake as a poem
Lost in your pages
Once again, in your tired arms
In your cloudy eyes
In your restless wind.

Lost, in your body poetry
I rest within your eyes
And listen to your hair sing.

Through the puzzle
Of the rising sun
I carry your silence
Through my tides
Waiting for the storm to pass.

Will the river meet the ocean tide?
Where the mountains end and the sun does hide?
To forget and float away like a stringless kite
Is what I often wish to do.

To see the world in her eyes through sunlight beams
To never question these threads merging into tender seams
As night turns to day and a blue evening leans
My arms are doors that lie open for you.

Today, I wish to fly like birds that brave the wind
To be naked and shed this dying skin
Even though they oft meander, my thoughts are pinned
To a wall of words I raised and drew.

And yet, I arrive only as a letter
Only to be gagged, bound and tethered
Yellowed, unopened and set upon a table
Weather beaten and never to be read.

So find me a place where my bones can rest
In the rising tides, I was summoned by your zest
Now I tremble as you remove your dress
But I’ll hold you close like the words you've said.

Stay where you are
I've no maps for your eyes
No directions whatsoever for your body
And while our waves intertwine
I only wish to caress the sand
Of your skin

But stay where you are
Sometimes I think
You're better from a distance
For distance
Doesn't let me see
You going smoother with time
Washed like rocks by the sea
And I walk through your silence to say,
“The night is but a river,
Flowing from your eyes.”

Stay where you are
Tangled in the morning
Like your hair at noon
In the unruly wind
Where you trudge closer
On haunted rides
Through razor sharp tales
Hiding from thirsty beaks of crows

And as your neck becomes the road
That lays out shining before me
Where I go dancing in circles,
Let my whispers treat you well
Stay where you are
Or be here now.

It’s July
The roof of the sky is falling
And the storm in your arms
Has kept me away

But through the pages
Of a memory set on fire
I remember you
Like a tree wrapped in light
Wading through
The darkest forest.

I’ve learnt silence is
Closer than we think
Like the ocean at my feet
Or the people standing still
Like weather beaten mannequins

And that I only sing to myself
As your flame dances
Above me
And my words melt away.

I still recall the red shore
Of your lips
And that green gate through which
You made your way
To watch a gentle river flow
And birds with their flame
Melt me to my bones.

But oh my evening moon
My midnight flower
As forever departs and future beckons
Know you were always well clothed
In garbs of light
And I was always

Naked in your presence.

In her eyes
In her endless eyes
In her gentle, warm, endless eyes
Like the darkening sky
Lie sleeping galaxies, waterfalls
The moon itself.

Like her warmth, that haunts me still
She whispers to me sometimes
Between the sheets
Of an empty bed
Where she gathered me at dawn
And lay me down at night.

In cold of the night, where my will breaks again
The galaxies and stars are dying
The steel of words, melting
The broken string of her instrument
That rings no more.

So I recede
In her eyes
In her endless eyes
In her gentle, warm, endless eyes
Not merely a moth content with reaching the flame
I must dance with it, too.