i love the night
i love her dark places
when i go to her
she wears only diamonds
she encloses me
and embraces me
in her ebony light
never envious of the day
and its warmth
knowing  she holds me
in the time
that lovers share
even now
as i think of her
the suns last particles of light
are glimmering on a distant cloud
the night is upon me
i am hers

even in her latter years
she moved like a girl
skipping
hiding her face
single handed
blushing
a man passing by on the street
said
how attractive she was
ah endearments
the fountain of youth
pouring forth
from our lips

when she first heard the  music
her soul had already moved within
ancient rhythms  stirred
impassioned thoughts
kindling visions of nomadic dances
endlessly circling the fires
that rose into the night time sky
and then
her feet began to move

i have no country
boundaries, lands, mountains
and oceans i have passed over
to be here
i write for love of the beloved
for the beloved
i write for you
my  fingers hold pen in hand
guided by my heart
as if a life of its own
has taken over
ah spirit. break my heart
again and again
let us dance together in open fields
for joy, where only the wind
is the music of my soul
and so i shall write
for the beloved
i will write for you

there on the kitchen table
a  single long stem rose
lies prostrate across the
morning dishes
a coat and hat carelessly
thrown upon the floor
theres a storm above
and the sound of distant thunder
rolls across the four walls upstairs
and i believe
lightning is about to strike

i am headed one way
with the stampede of steele
driving among the honking heard
and beeping beasts
i will try to make it
to the watering hole
where i will convince
some fox
i am not  an animal

i love the soft subtle shadows
you create upon yourself
from lights above and below
they move as a sundial
across my world
telling me
what time it is
and now, shadows time and myself
all moving in the same direction
and purpose
and it is very possible
that night has arrived again
here and now