summer lays across the valley
as silk lays across her body
shrouding subtle contours as she sleeps
beneath the morning mist her dream keeps

to wait for her eyes to open
is to wait for time to be unfrozen
i whisper to her as she sleeps
so into her dreams my heart seeps

in a hint of azure eyes
from the mist my heart will rise
and go with you from your pillow
into your life my dreams will follow

my soul thirsts
for your words un-sung
my heart starves
for your touch un-done

i await . . .

for my words  
to dissolve upon your lips
for my hands
to descend upon your hips

i await . . .

fingers,
on strings,
pound the beat,
a rhythm in rings,
serenades in complete,
a glass tilts within my fingers,
quaff beneath overnight heat.
to waft subliminal desires,
and colloquious deceit,
pretentious smiles,
innocuous beat,
fill café isles,
complete,
vile.

quite an ordinary affair
in a small endeavor of time
a distracted presence of aware
along side a serene sublime

an ordinary day
to love to wander with us
on paths of repose and fray
respites the silent obvious

of an ordinary twilight
hid in the deep glow of sunset
venus sings an aria to midnight
while mars awaits loves onset

within an ordinary evening
of the sedated nous of hearts
till the moment before leaving
a touch longing imparts

an ordinary heaven
in a small endeavor of time
seeks to leaven
the consequence of I’m

The sun digresses for the evening
Along with sobriety and meaning,
Taking with it the light
Lest it be left for the night,
To be shared with the moon
Rather then the one with whom
I am sharing the morning light

My heart must be dead
And my soul homeless
Love, a note on the door
To a room full of emptiness

Love, and the door ajar
Pause, for my heart to resurrect
Upon a glint of the morning star
And tomorrow not to suspect

But in this moment
I savor loves deepest hue
To color the coming foment
Of a pause, empty of you

My heart is dead
And my love is homeless
My soul has instead
Become my emptiness

Within the lilac
Awaiting the hummingbird,
Dwells community

sunday morning
and you're not here
not that I'm missing you
but I'm not there

On a pillow and some words
My head has come to rest
Its not that missing you
Is the emptiness I sleep next

grind my bones
upon on the winds I dispossess
I roam to roam no more
I roam to blow beneath your door

night seeps
through the window
dispelled by cracks in the pane
where she sleeps
nestled within my hearts hollow

love weeps
beneath the door
along the stained wood
where she keeps
her heart beneath the floor

it beats
unburdened by two
lives, she lives in mine
and completes
love beyond what is you

concrete burns
on sundry days
twisting and turns
in fixated ways

hard rock rivers
etch the landscape
in human endeavors
and tenuous escape

from eddied towns
along lorn asphalt flows
dreams born to drown
in hope too shallow

for front porch desires
while mothers speak of yearning
and fathers of youthful fires
life is of concrete burning
dreams and desires

i am my body,
naked and shriveled
lain across the floor
in shadows beneath me
what once was, is no more

casting my soul
upon the reflecting pool
for my heart to drown in the waters cruel
words…

as linking clouds and earth
as still life on canvas
born of stillbirth
is still us

the wind blew through me
when my soul became restless
on this corner,  we used to be
and now just my heart,  driftless

Paused for the light
But hadn’t noticed,  I shouldn’t
Wait for what will never be right
The dust on my shoes, and I couldn’t

The wind blew through me
Though my heart remained restless
At the cemetery gate we left the city
Passing back I left you driftless

Drifting off to sleep
Wondering what to do
What my heart will reap
If it were left for you
Upon an underlying sadness
Of the choice I made
From from a dream I do
Wonder had you stayed

a dream repeats
the deepening dark
against the moonlight
beneath she sleeps

a shadow
across the red couch
in the white room,
empty

within

me

a shadow

of you

full moon,
a star lite night,
I wait here patiently
on sounds of footsteps
and shadows in the light,
I and her to be here
and my heart to be where…

arms loosen but hands linger
hearts separate but don't go
casual brush of passing fingers
loosen the knot love has to sew

a moment soon will melt away
with little thought on what for
dreams unleashed have to stray
good bye is complete, nothing more

if i were to let go first
and my heart decides to stay
will you tell me which is worse
before you walk away

fountains of sorrow
and i, am aware
mountains tomorrow
and i, be not there

under love separating from heart
and heart separated from giving
so began the tear to the mortal part
of life separating from living

as the tide recedes from the sand
drawing more then its gives
the natural slight of hand
diminishing life as one lives

there is no death
only life
in the absence of breath

Death on a city street
In shadows of strangers stare
Face up on the concrete
For a moment strangers share

Here I lie and I wait
For judgement of my soul
They murmur my fate
Before drifting into the cold

There is nothingness
When blood no longer flows
Only silence in darkness
In a field of strangers in holes

I'm not there
When she is gone...

I, wordless near u
I, wordless without u
I am not me,  if without u,
I must be.