Oh, bird how can you sing?
and today of all days you bring
little twigs and colors green
to fall among dead flowers.
Do you know of this lost garden?
How can your heart beat so
amidst such troubled, sorrow?
Still you fly joyous in the morning sky
lighting hearts afire in the early dawn
long before the sun.

rustic rain
brown-yellow hills
crows circle a carrion ****
I've come for resurrection to bleed against the sky
thirst of deserts longing, cool water washings
bones, abandoned skulls - sun bleached white
prayer offerings for an earthy altar
here where death is hallowed

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

a  path
invitation, hesitation
elation, compassion
a truth
intuition led

If wind
would have known
could have gone
another way around
if I had not been too soon, too late
to hesitate or let myself go - unbound
piled, buried too late to be found
if I'd not have stayed away far too long
yours would be a place
I still call home

In a dream, somewhere in other countries, never mapped
a man was speaking, though I did not understand, there was never any plan
and I listened to the wind and rain upon the trees.
With no church bells to ring, and birds were the chorus
I came upon a silent steeple in the forest, standing on it's own,
became a wild bird's home, wrapped in thorny vines
a crown to stain, with berries, bled upon my hands.
Mary was there too, she was looking through
a broken window pane, calling out my name
and too, all the forest called, bathing me in love.
Then with the birds I flew, heavenly into
a deeper dream, til I  awoke at dawn,
to fragrant flowers on the lawn
remembering such heaven.

There is only a flashing, of soul
a susurrous echoing, hidden, hushed away
in the running down of slipping sands and fall of dreams
an ocean of water washing waves, bury and uncover
one cannot ignore it's constant call
an ache, beautiful a sorrowful longing
deep, calling you home

It was as if they wrote only to set us free,
never thinking twice about the landing or flight,
plowing dirt fields, with scores of prose, in sorrow and delight.
In a room of sun, where seasons come
with snow and rain, and none will ever be the same,
long after the reading, and none will ever know the poet's name
or why the words have opened wide
their buried hearts
to grieving.

Today walking the cut off road, home
watching clouds and birds disappearing
all these moments of coming, going
I came upon feathers of a flicker, brightest orange
and further on the road, his body
and wondered of his dying
and if he was freer in death
or in flying

Of my own life I pondered
the fleeting moments of freedom
so much lost in the sinking sun of youth
difficult to find amidst a hurried life
fewer and farther in between
to breathe, a restless mind
settling in a silent stream
and when shall come the hour
a moment to be free

In those days we shined, reflected like mirrors
pebbles thrown, ripples wind blown, your heart
it was silk upon my lips, soft butterfly wings
we grew like trees, to the clouds
in downy feathered love
floating amidst the fleeting sky
of our sunset - leaving

Bright chartreuse edged, magenta flowers, with lavender
just beyond in the bee fields of summer, thousands of seeds, days spilling over
planted in early autumn rains, to wait again, dotted in red rows of poppies.

Today no clouds will come
only purple mountains glow, before the sun
beyond these fragrant hills, I wander
watching hawks and sparrows
til the golden day slips away
and I am lost between the space
of night and day, and lose all trivial words
and think how glorious
to be a bird

Looking at apples, my mouth of juice
longing to taste one delicious bite
I stand under this tree
for days

I climbed many a splintered fence
saw you from a great distance
sturdy branches, your arms
leafy crown of thorns
and charms

In trees where ravens fly
from blackest skies
to shelter storms
days of clouds
and cruel raining winds
where even strongest branches falter

Woods, the birds on branches, swing
words, the forest trees, will sing
of summer winds, a leafy song of green
blue the sky is painting, not a cloud
only the sparkling of sun, a song
of mosses warmed, a fragrance undone
black and fuzzy yellow bees, circle hypnotically
tiny hunters, drunk with pollen, disappearing
in the tiger lily towers, and fly they
home to serve a sacred queen
all the day, the sweetness
of gathering honey

Waterfall, the swell of rains will come
fierce a wind that takes our breath and then is gone
the mad sailing, that leaves us to the wild seas
borne of oceans, ripped away, lost to vacant longings
we wait the temperamental moons of coming, going
always seeking for other shores, anchors
to hold our souls, unchained, reclaimed
in foreign lands, hearts to mend
and still another storm
will come

When finally quiet comes
the long pain of night's trudge
the unmasked soul dredge
swift an arrow, piercing
when friends have all gone
in the silent dark before dawn
this is when you
miss me.

Tonight, with its blue moving stars
and mars overhead, in its bright blinking red
the breezing leaves upon the rooftop eaves, calling
a falling star, impossibly high catches the eye, while dying
and I dream to fly, flit and roam amid night's celestial home
but with tethered feet, can only gaze upon the sky, to drink
in the space within my mind, I try to be and not to think
but feel the distant seas, that crash in waves and never cease
the endless ages, ancient and modern ways of humanity
and tonight, I imagine you out there lying soft upon the grass
tracing the dying stars, reflecting on the things that have come to pass
knowing very soon I too, will leave in summer.

When you were a child,  skies went on forever
golden light, your heart - of fiery field
with a toy gun to shoot the falling stars
from heaven

Once I saw a funeral march
walking slow as fog, gray sorrow made it's way
with flowers, and faces cried like rain
and stayed with me, all the day

When I was a child, death was foreign
mysterious as plague and strange
on wintry wings it seemed to come
- never calling your name

In those days and dreams of ocean birds
with songs of love, you swam to the warming sun

Today outside your window
a tiny bird sings
to the solemn dawn
unaware that you have gone
just like all the golden flowers
of yesterday and tomorrow

The only one
                      The only one
                                            The only one


                   A Wall
                                Bricks to fall
                                                      
Everyone
               Everyone
                                Everyone


                                 LOVE

                                            Includes us
                                                              ­  
                                                              ­      ALL

Breathless sky
how silent clouds collide
leaving me to charcoal gray
teardrops will rain
today

Tomorrow how the Spring
sweetly sings of cloudless skies
blossoms will rain, fragrantly
the orange tree

and still
no matter the weather
gorgeous birds unwavering
will sing in secret codes
seemingly knowing
more than I

My heart of sleeplessness
awakens me foolish
moonless from my rest
ache of cells and blood
a torrent, a flood
a rushing river
reaching for your hand
your reddened lips
soft a place to land

Wind shadows blow swift
cool smokey air lifts
clouds of dream, adrift
that come and go

Iridescent wings, sing
crows of summer
a ****** in winter,
a frozen mirror,
melting in
Spring

Emerging greens, soiled leaves
grow skyward
to the sun

Blossomy buds have sprung
with fallen petals on the ground
fading into earth
changing forms
that can't be
found

When you came from mountains
came washed from seas
you gave me words
told me everything
like two birds or flowers
blooming in the Spring
the green of everything
soft and mossy dream
it spoke of love
told me everything
when you came
gentle, sweet with rain
not an ordinary day
the way you came
and told me everything.

When winter melts
footprints of mud, this path
now a screen of green
I cannot see, lost I listen for
calling words, the haunt of forest birds
cry, they call before the storm
deep a swell of rain pours
that wild, brings another Spring
mossy soft this budding floor
mist and petrichor that waft
attract, they meld and melt
sweet into the soul

If these words be thy home
salvation for my soul to dwell in
let them be of love
no beginning
no end

If I could see you shining
clear in mirrored waters
if you'd come to rest
in green fields
of peace
sweetly sleep
breathe in sync
with me

Love silent falls
lofty floats, touches invisibly soft
unseen through the scope of eyes
comes brushing by or comes in a down pouring
wet washing the soul, unwavering, wordless it unfolds
travels most rugged terrain, then smooths the way
there is no season for its efflorescence
it sits a silent bud any moment to flower
always we've known it's fragrance
it is the way, the path
a flitting ethereal flower
deeply felt, though in hand
never grasped.

Gone,
the warm summer grass we laid upon
in daisy dreams of gold, yellow suns
today walking barefoot on the lawn
cool rain awakes the autumn dawn
dewdrops disappearing in the ground
a chill has come with breath cold lungs
to breathe upon the earth and trees
bringing summer's fire to her knees
and with a final gasp will swallow
molting leaves red and gold
falling to the earth
fallow

I have traveled home
I am nearly reborn
sitting with ancestral bones
a warrior's path - alone
sifting veiled dust
of the past

Crows fly, blacken skies
thunderous drums
my heart in sync
amid this sacred
burial ground
this raining red sky
the blood of teardrops cried

Early in the dark hours
where no birds have flown
before the flicker and hum of stars
silence where daylight sweeps away
the cold occluded moon
amid a barren white velvet
a silhouette of trees
caked in winter.

White the summer fields now covered in snow
lone fence, disappears long beyond the gray
tiny birds perch, soon gone the light of day
whipping winds gather, snowdrifts to lay

forest footsteps distant
this world so scarce a sound
hills and sky listen
snow falling to the
ground

When peace comes curling up to me
comes to rest softly on a sweetest breeze
or in the cooing of a mourning dove
carries my aching soul far and gone
it comes in the soothing kiss of dawn
in the quiet clouds of red and orange
brief a fiery sky, consumes all the
troubles of this world.

Many colors the ocean of golden sun
through darkness, shines a starlit home
a portal of moon, behind a cloud that comes
and fades the black into the endless dawn
and finds a place, heaven sent that sacred
shines upon the soul

When after night has flown, starry blue
to other lands, until tomorrow
when just before the light of dawn
in streams of gold upon the lawn
the world still violet hued, pinkish blue
soon bursts on fire, a blaze of red
silence is the wind upon the clouds
silence of colors, the sky speaks aloud
rearranging the mind, the heart like petals
of a million flowers all abloom

Stillness bathes my room, the stars have gone
slow sweeps the light of dawn
watery windows breathe of cold
spider mandala art has gone
now sleeps the garden green
of gorgeous lily bowers
silence has come
the quiet of flowers
falling down

better to go barefoot, on glass
running to catch trains,
going anywhere
one way
to find you are real
blood stained tracks
to make you feel

go far from loveless rooms
where monsters stir  
under bitter yellow moons

leave behind hollow tarnished flutes
playing cruel notes
of a blinded, deafening past

play loud
a new song  
blissful notes ever
resolute

Tree, I have come to shelter and with the rain to weep
I am soaked, barefoot with mud running through
soft the moss, cool and cold
to soothe my heart that bleeds.
Our waxing nights of love and moons
now fallow, a field that burns
****** our hollow bed
of haunting, silent screams
too soon the fiery devil
too far my lover
the spring.

Who can think straight
spinning in seas of shells and waves?
Tireless tides play a game, of dragging in and out
marooning or tossing one about.
Many sailing ships adrift, you'll see passing by,
or weathered wooden boats, some row and row,
to the edge of earth, foggy
never dreaming they
can fly.

This sacred mountain
holds me ever close
this trail fat with hope
to whom I've finally
told the truth

I am waiting for the spring, the change
the variance of green
waiting for you, a fool
swim, I drown in this moon-pool
dark down a tunnel of night
I make my way by braille
only to touch, to see
a rivulet of rain
before the sun
that swells of red
and strays away
the day, a heart
that long ago
fled

Black geese on the waves today
crashed, then flew away
blackness was the water
that called my name, late
and never again the same
deep dark well, a cave
I went looking in, the deeper
I go, ever an echo
that calls my name
naked, stripped of shame
my heart revealed
never again
the same

How fire builds, born of warm remembrance
far or deep in heart it burns, sparks
a flash, how lightening strikes fly
achingly, beautiful pieces of sky
tiny embers burrow
swept inside the soul
a call, remembered
will burn, burn
indelible

Wings they came at first, unknowingly
didn't even feel them - a part of me
until you pulled the ground
the quicksand from my feet
breathed my sinking sleep
awake

Ages have gone, with all the colors run
shadows of a place, a northern home
a memory in sepia, with dust upon the mantle
a woman, a face behind the veil
the evening light streams about
the room in layers, golden, yellow
how strange a glow that lights her face
and faint a smile's revealed

When I come from dark of forests
toward gold of light, lose my shadow self
where I am found, unfettered, unbound
a sudden turn, a bird of changing season
Oh, the updrafts that spin me sailing
back toward traps of sinking dark dismay
blessed are love's illuminated moments
when I do not touch down in blackened storms
but rather, fly toward home

Soft the silver needles
falling to the ground, tiny boughs
wet with misty raining seas dampening
dark the forest trees, late in summer
call of early morning
blue the sky, blue the salty cry
of sailing seagulls
this breadth of day
brief a moment
hovers, then
flies away

My bed of stone polished cold
wintery bones no sleeping
Abandoned - thirsty on the vine
lips of wine to dine me drinking
Kissing fools and lovers,
my passion plays, go dreaming
Still your body next to mine
my soul is silence screaming

If when you leave, you do not think of me
or do not call my name, then I will be a lost
and fallen star, diffused and drowned in
unforgiving seas. I will be restless on the waves
of my days, blind to all horizons
with dark stormy eyes
then only grey blinding fog
will settle in, descending
with smoke to ****, to choke
my dying heart.

Looking to the skies, sifting stars and lies - you dream,
someone waiting at the gate, watching very late the night
Talking to trees, swirling circles breeze, windy autumn
leaves you to fall, sailing golden ships
red and yellow slips, arduous trips will take you
Whispers shake the soul, only you will know
drums of heartbeats
that awake you