The morning sun greets me with rays of light.
The greeting extends to the sea and then the sands.
Twilight bids farewell and the golden day begins.

I come from the land of eternal shadows and moons.
I have never seen a sunrise.
My emotions turn into tears that create rivers down my face.

This is joy multiplied by wonder with a dash of infinite awe.
My eyes capture the colors the suns paintbrush creates.
It's too much but then it isn't.

I burn away into ashes with this memory.
I awake again under the moons and stars of forever night.
Was it a dream?

When I am old will this river know my name,
when I am old will the sky remember me,
who walked in spring and winter without aim,
who dove into the currents for the sea

When I am old will the forest harbour me,
when I am old will the grass regret
how I walked across its back so tenderly,
or will they too grow old and so, forget?

a ballet of light
weaves golden threads
across the canvas of night.

the fabric of soul and sky
elusive dancers

wonder    alive at the edge of eternity

unspoken poetry breathed in my sigh
words elusive, alive within

beauty poetry
poetry        breathed in my sigh???

words elusive

a tear that never fell
shimmering in twilight

left me searching
a shadow running from the sun

Glowing light wings of holy gold.
Shine brighter than any sun.
Golden armor of divinity alloy.
Shimmer and glow away any shadow.

Warrior, diver of the sun.
Destroyer of wickedness.
Song writer of justice.
The holder of the first light.

Rise above the weight of darkness.
Become the star in the starless sky.
The new sun to the new day.
The warrior protector of the realm.

I am that I am
Was that
Jehovah
Or
Popeye?
Burning bush
Or
Can of spinach
Where does that
Spark lie?
I think it was The lord
Not the sailor man
A claim for existence
The commencement
Of a plan.

tulip blaze of red—
his hand still in the petals,
train whistle fading

I hope that
winter isn't
brutal this year.
Frozen souls.
Iced over minds.
Love swims deep
under the ice.
I hope I catch some.
My heart is the bait.
Sharp hook, as the
trumpets blast.