His face meets the plane of horizon
Her hand swings by her side                in broad strokes
His eyelids fall with the rain
Crashing over the moon in the ocean

And stretching along like the hum of the…
Breaking apart as the fine china punishes the tiles
In loud shouts, he knows the name
And speaks only in whispers

As a willow brushes along the blades
And lays in peace among the Green
She smiles with the sun
His footsteps, the frost.

And staring into the clouds in silence
Of all the gray and black would
Laugh and grin with eyes that bind
Spellbound, as the lightning strikes

And the rain falls.

The breath
The sigh
The warmth
And the ice
Washing away in a single sweep
A time
And a kind breeze caresses her shoulders
And his hands open
With sand and snow.

She presses her back to the world
He counts the steps
She hears the word
With an echo and gasp.

He opens his eyes
She smiles through the tears
And opens her hands
And the grass and the sun and she laughs.

Blindness from the light and from the darkness.

May you stroll along those lonely fields with the Sun
To your back
And your toes sink through the sand
As a feather in snow.

Longing…

And I on my back outstretched
Far beyond the reach
And how the skies would open
Up
And blanket me in cool embrace

Cleanse?

Let the stream grasp my soul and take its leave
Along still waters, I should hope to find
That gaze I know which only you could give
And lead me far away to paradise
In a cloud
Or in a blink
Or in a drop.

Or shall you chop away at that Tree
       As a tear before a well
           As ice before a black road
               As stars on a backdrop
                    As things
                               Reach ends.
                                       Promise me and I will
                                      Hold my hands out over that cliff
                                              And you will promise to




Grasp my hand as I
                                Fall.