looking at the trees through a hole in the
ceiling as i feel a breath of air from
a dream i had where your skin was warm and
was it really a memory i don't
know because it felt real in dusk's half-light
before sleep pulled me away from time and
into a bed of leaves where there is a hole
in the floor that i'm afraid to look through

the valley of gold
closer and closer, always
just over the ridge

breathe in the colors of the city and
exhale into a steel morning.  taste warm
sprinkles of sun dust on your tongue as dawn
plays a flaming concerto.  the shrieks of
winter like a newborn's howl sail
above the frosted sands of an empty
coast as a vision of blackbird sirens
in formation, rippling like ebony
keys on a player piano.  this is
what it feels like to start over as the
longest song's final notes brush past your ears.

night snow
silent snow

hills like white waves
of rough paper
sprinkled with diamond dust

moonlight ribbons
flutter with the pines
as a gentle rush of winter
tickles our window

warming your hands
with mine

i daydream of watching
the night snow
the silent snow
with you

knowing you is as
easy as knowing the shape
of diving raindrops

poems are lyrics
to the songs inside my head
you will never hear

grizzled sentries pierce
curved blue ceilings, watching a
blooming floor of souls