I met the man by chance on that riverside town.

The only one around at the deserted strand
I asked him the shortest way out
after I had my fill of the river.

He told me about the fish market
where the fresh catches arrive every morn
and the place ten minutes farther north
where if I slowed down
could catch the magnificent spectacle
of the orange orb thirstily dipping in the river
and if I stayed back for the night
would surely go insane
when the moon sets the river on silver fire
but if I was really intent on leaving
a half hour's drive would get me the highway.

I was thinking of the amazing mathematical probability
of my traveling over three hours to see the river
and his traveling ten minutes on a bicycle
to fetch his son from school on that riverside town
for our once-a-lifetime meeting on the life's highway
and then having him a permanent visitor in my memory
at sunsets and moonrises over the river.

Close my eyes
sleeping
lost amid
drifting  sand
I see a hand
can't understand
time softly
whispering in silence
from the far side of the moon
a gated tunnel
beckoning
I am haunted,
I am wanted
a ghostly shadow
peering in,
glowing skin
so I,
dream of you

I dream of you

I dream of you
.... again.

Cherie Nolan © 2016

Indian pipes rise ghostly
from ancient compost
of needled tears shed
white bells corpse-silent
shunning Light’s vital touch
sleeping instead in symbiotic beds
of gracious hosts, who in turn
kiss the feet of living Giants
lushly burning gilded rays
to fuel their green economy

She gasps,
No, a moan
Her hands unconsciously roams,
Ravishing her supple young body.

In the shadows of the room,
Stood her very phantom-
A stark naked god
Whose ****** the nymphs would worship
And watching keenly with silver rimmed eyes, he did.

Offering her ****** images concocted by his immortal mind.
With a gasp, she wakes after a breathtaking ******.
In the dark, only his eyes she could see.
Susceptible and drawn to him, she felt.

But out of his back, wings sprout.
Its heavy beats fluttering the white curtains.
And into the night sky he soared,
Never to return again,
To his human lover
Whose dreams he had only existed

He was anonymous.

She's just a sham
That imprisons hearts with such a charm
The wide brim of her hat
Veiling the poison of her heart
Dwelling in the sacredness of her pits
Makes men wallow forever in heat
Her canine obliviously invisible
Competing with her compelling principle
A short life she casts
As you sink in your past
Victimized to an end
To live side by side with the dead
Your innards as cold
Like a tombstone of old.

I crawled, I fought and clawed my way,
All I got was dirt in my nails.
Mistaken for the dead is not at all pleasant,
Just like a termite-eaten coffin for a peasant.
The putrid air caused by neighboring stench,
Never will I relent till I quench.
The vain search for clean air
Eludes me in my new lair.