with their beautiful yellows and blacks, turning lion-hearted faces to a southerly breeze, eyes focused on the sun, wedded to god and light, their suns, a river of dream, their moons, the thin drops of water hanging on them like rain on a stain- glassed window.
loving a ghost boy, brown, gentle eyes, dark flowing hair, you magnetise me, love soft as the sky, enigmatic, beautiful, out of a shadowy night your love finds me, and i find you, ghost boy, boy that i love.
these clouds like follies, these moons like watery ghosts, flooding, light like a swollen stream, the golden glow escapes, exhumed like an egyptian mummy, its laundry the white sheets of the world, its apparition’s the reticent clouds of the dark.
the rain clouds wait, woven from sea and lake, drowning in their dreary darks, uninspiring and tedious, their grey metals stretch like sheets of steel, they gather the storm on their lips, snort like a bull leave us treading gingerly, unwilling to risk standing them down.
where love is, everything of my heart, the earth breathes in deep sorrows or red, moving like a winter cloud, burning ashes like moods, sweeter than the yellow roses of autumn. drift into me, sink into me until i am a rose of the sky.