Soul you speak to me, calling from far off planes
voice of wisdom, your power swirls round me
gentle as petals, you lift me from the fire
all ignorance forgiven
leaving only and indelible burning
of love in the heart

Who writes of me
without pad nor pen
or scribes with sharpened knife
a belly of lies unfastened from sheath
deep that bores the core of heart?
Illusions swift they swim
in waves as shoals
spawned from
tiny minnows.

That time in summer's red, the hilly sands I climbed
willow grass woven white with yarrow, fragrantly entwined
my eyes softened in sea drift's tide, of puddled shallows
ocean sang in rising waves, wild sea kelp tangled
sun slept scarce hours, it's shining seaward beams
that only leave as the final silhouette
vanishes into night's dream

The snow it did not fall
only frost, thick as walls
creaking floors, a long hall
leading upward
where stars whispered
calling to the moon
from behind curtains,
branches and clouds

The sun sprung from blackest clouds
tears and stars were raining, little meteors
red before the dawn
I seek to sing asleep
troubles, phantoms deep
my sleepy ghosts still awake
have stayed much too late

Ocean swimming, buoyant blue
salt encrusted hair of jewels
seaweed shimmering, waves entangling
savoring, deep her belly breath of sea
with a mermaid tail, to flash in hues of green
wearing rings and pearls, she swirls in a sea of stars
radiantly, far below the moon.

You were the gentle voice,
the moon that crept as I slept
caressed in lulling waves
Tides pulled heavily under your moons and beams
ocean's lost their way

Your hands shaped skies of day and night
planets all aligned
Your hair fell a streaming milky way
tangled celestial sighs
Moon cradled sleepily
long starried nights

Today
silence
a garden
losing ground
cold and deep
my feet in
buried snow
sometimes pale ghosts
of winter whisper
in the footprints
that I follow
long, until the
Spring

It came soft the dusk across your face,
glowing rosy pink
A setting sea that drank the day
with silence wildly
Your eyes became the outer lands
and sang the night of summer
Soft as sand a bed of grassy meadow
our hearts to bloom fragrantly
open as a flower

This evening, with the wind
of my curtains breathing, I listen for night birds
watch the room grow pale
the finality of day, a nightly ritual
how skies reconstruct themselves over again
twinkle and murmur of stars
cynosure of all planets, even unseen
clouds like amnesia, hide things
our earthbound slipping away
of days lost irretrievable

Redolent rain
steel train
streak of blue
racing through
night lands
rainy window
sallow moon glow
no reservation
nor hesitation
time to travel
some things
to unravel
go looking
unhooking
my mind
drift into peace
float in my seat
high in the sky
sweet sighs
to feel again
finally
understand
there is
no plan
only
a dream
within
a dream
to feel
a life time
so surreal.

Early, this silent earth
in the stillness before sound comes
before the sky, the narrow line of light that forms
my ears not yet attuned to this world
search for noise, waiting for the first bird
then soon a chiming bell of birds
a cactus wren that comes to drink of sun
or deeply sweet, the air with mourning doves
that woo and coo before the dawn
a soothing balm, a bliss that fills my head

First the soft biting
lips and all the rest
your hands, this landscape
a smooth curved road
of breath hot summer, the swelter
this endless sky, an ocean to discover
salt water of my lover

When I returned home, after having been gone
I'd missed the fire orange poppies blooming
missed the lilacs too, it was early summer
time for bright and blossoming flowers
there is no place that fits me quite like this
no place I wear this smile, quite the same
I follow bees into the garden
I sing like morning birds
just to be home

Our breath billows, mingles with the expansive sky
arms, willowy - dream to fly
heaven is nearer to heart than mind
how dear this sacred breath divine
invisible force of life
we are breathing together
throughout these moments in time
feel the breath
and pulse of life

amber jeweled room
mountain mist of curtain lifts
sunlight drinks the day

In the gathering fields
wild grasses brush across
our warm brown skinned legs
stopping only for brightly colored flowers
indian paintbrush, red as blood
with yellow specks of sun
a summer meadow of swirling birds
speak in secret soulful words
pensive penetrating songs
circling round our heads, whistling
bird songs, that carry us home

There was a bird that time, a flicker
they always remind me of you
the melt of spring fever, the tapping on the roof
how like snow the petals flew
that window, the rain, the rainbows too
the breath and sigh of you
our springtime walks
the way the forest talked
soon of summer to come
we were completely undone
unchained in the falling rains
sweet like music the call
of your name.

She loved the moon
long awaited ripeness full
Stood gazing
out the window

Then came a fool
to close the shades
his senses dull
blinded dark
her world

Walking this ground
we gather rusted remnants
pieces of a lifetime placed
within the hollows of our shoulders
and from the hardened blades
the bones, this is the place
where gorgeous wings
are formed

Nights, we take the boat out
paddle our way, green through water
swum by inlet waves, full moon apace
shadowy, ancient tribal faced
lose all trace of shore, black
but for phosphorescence
glowing, trailing from the oars
a haunting, ghostly art
green and breathing, disappearing
back into darkness, swallowed
by black water, by night
strange this death
the rebirth and breath
felt in each and every moment

no more, your crushing words uttered
only the vacancy of a hollow left shuddered  
a final gasp of dead air swallowed
our friendship lost down an ever
silent river, only thoughts
circling, meander deep
they bore their way
into the heart
an ache

A thirsty desert dweller
my lips parched and cracked
from lack of rain
I wait for hours
days for love
to reign

On days like this
cool, with little winds
desert birds forage for sticks
they build nests perched in cactus
some build green in palo verde trees
always I think of baby birds in spring
hatchlings, the fledglings that fly
I travel far beyond the noise of towns
watch the movement of cooling clouds
the roundness of rain upon the ground
the grey banked scurrilous skies
of hurried birds, their silhouettes before a storm
daisies that close, cold amid the stones
beneath where snakes and lizards go
slither and crawl in this landscape of saguaros
and I, ever tethered can only dream to fly.

In the garden, a bird, a flower
gold the edge, gold the dawn that hovers
a song of summer, a tiny sparrow perched
long upon the woody yarrow, that musky fills the air
a redolent warmly breeze, brushes by the maple trees
caressing sweet the singing leaves and breathes the air of heaven
in the gold of a halcyon summer
beyond the hills of sage, grey plumes  
the stark blue sky cloudless looms
and sings with birds in lilting waves high above the field
they break the silence in a world transformed
a song - void of man's ordinary words.

Oh when I was north, cold
and white as snow geese
blue on water ice, I'd fly
glide on frozen ponds
cry with snowflake eyes
sigh of winter's long goodbye

Your eyes of clear water oceans, endless as stars
and seas I've crossed - a perfect tide gathered me whole
healing waters washed our days, birds of fluted music played

Breathing in
the rhythm of wind
we float, suspended as the stars
surrendering to the hypnotic glow of moon

We who lay
our troubled hours
soft on maiden ferns
never a lesson, but
for love's sake
shall we ever need
to learn

Sink deep your feet
the moss and muddy floor
grey with rain
the weeping moss
hanging in the trees
ravens cry, calling thee
into the starless void
of moonless canopy
a hidden place
wherein the soul illuminates
a cynosure of deeper truths
a dark that lights the way

Walking the dirt path, down around
the gold brown hills that spill into the orchard
apples baked in the oven, sun of summer
and in September they are done
red, we dressed with honey cinnamon
the air was bliss, the trees, the ancient harvest
with baskets full, the way our hearts overflowed
this was a place we called heaven, but now you are in the trees
in the sweeping fields of turquoise seas, in the stars that never cease
here, where you once imagined and could only dream to remain as ever

Paintings, closets buried deep - she cannot escape
rustic paint peels from long forgotten faces
in faded works, her tears of tattered pages
that silent sleep, with wings they weep
and long to fly, far from
lonesome cages

Leave a path......
breathless, fearless - of love
your footsteps born of sacred celestial dust
forever imprinted upon the soul of earth

sit and listen, deep the winds within
settling into sweetest calm
beckoning the power of love
waiting there to find you

break free the traps
of dark illusory, lonely rooms
envision bright worlds anew
all for you to choose

let it begin
let love
win

The air here is slow, it breathes like steam
a fog bank hovers, settles within
time does not tick ahead
I stare at minute hands
this room is silent snow
a cold colored blue
and drifts through broken windows
a fragmented dream
of you.

How swift my childhood days of green
all the gorgeous scattered seeds
free among the chiming winds
in the shining gold of summer meadows
only a distant diamond song, of painted hills rolling on
where I may but, only dream again

When petals of sun shined above
I bloomed long and wild as flowers afield
days, I flew like birds singing high above the willows
far into the shine of golden yellow

Splendorous hours I lingered lazy
beneath a sprawling meadow maple
adrift in bliss of summer's dream
in a world, where children
soar and sing

All the blue of day slipped quietly away
the glass of the lake with little winds
waved the sun to sleep, rippling in steely colors
drowsy with glints of gold.
The pines soon went black as birds
and in the darkness disappeared.
At the closing of day
a lone call faintly heard,
a sadness, the weeping of a bird.

When I drive that road
past sun bleached stones
of minerals and bones
take the turn off at Dragoon
fly past cattle guards and farms
the road that leads
to your house
my view askew
a parallax
I rue
desolate
the cold
moon-blue
of you

It was winter then, pulling back the covers of dream
to sleep, cold occluded clouds to lift
and wake me, a bird flying by
feathers downy fly,
drift, softly
as the
sky

In dreams
beyond stars, night
can but
only
die

desert flowers
abloom in red fire clouds
molten skies sweep over barren sands
shining suns of silver white bones
cacti glisten, soaked in afternoon storms
yesterday and tomorrow, hungry
where desert rabbits roam
and drown themselves drinking
bluest oceans

To the trees, to sun
to birds and the ways of love
to breath - I thank you

It felt at first - tangled, then more of an unraveling
hair in hands vanished, how softness fell
swept across the room, and soon
shadows in the sky
lost in moon fog's tide
glowing, the shining of two souls
the seek and hide
the reappearing of
you and I

Driving south
only cactus go by
my skin hot, dry
peel of my lips
taste how sweat drips
melt behind this wheel
sink into surreal
this road to Mexico
slow the air of black crows
slow the circling of death's bones
cool riverbed, just ahead
driven from my home
drift, I float this desert ocean
dance this floor
alone

Why must our love, a desert be?
- Kisses a mirage

Stars sprinkled hover
in blackness of sky
Cold darkness
gives rise and fall
to moon's breath

It came softly warm, mist of fragrant showers
bright flowers of parchment petals, drank
of sun, of moon, of rain
a world glistening, silent
as perseid shooting stars
falling from a sea
of heavens

Some days, this desert
under spells of sun and moon
think, I brood in fields of agave blue
the angled sun blares sharp to parch
to dry, to crackle leaves to dust
tricky this prickly pear cactus
bitter thorns laden with
impossible blood sweet fruit
while high and seen out the corner
of my eye, the half moon smiles
beguiled by the sun.

Now soon the hills and days go green in flowering fields
sweet will sing, black red wings amidst the grassy reeds
silent lily pond no more to keep winter's secrets in
lotus blossom opens your eyes
the center, your heart
revealed

Three flickers outside my window, smiling - I searched for meaning,
I wished forever joy could stay,
but one, two, three, they flew away
and with them took the fading sun
with clouds and rain soon falling down
now waits tomorrow, with shadows and sun
with joy and sorrow, the birds will come

It was an unexpected wind
that carried you in
a golden sun of love
blazed high the sky
bonfire of winter, raven nights
when you glowed breathless
as moon and stars

She left
memories of smiles and hearts tucked into a letter box
for you to open, days when you forget
who and what you truly are in this world
nights when dark starless skies
reign heavy upon you

She left
a message "know you are never alone"
stars and beams of radiant light
will fill your head and heart
streaming soothing music of violins
someone singing songs of love
feels the same, in any foreign language

Is it you, deep in lucid lands?
you've lost your heart and cannot  find
but for wandering fully awake
in realms of dream time