Venus is beautiful this time of year,
with the autumns approach and the sun's receding,
the cricket sounds sweeping the grass like wind.

In the light of this season,
magnificent evening,
Venus is shining.

shoot yourself to see what it feels like
write a book
deny the truth
deny meaning
accept life
write a million poems
make some phone calls
keep the past buried
milk
eggs
orange juice
...

the poet in me is quiet now
no longer does he sing words
of love and whisper songs of
passion, no longer does the
drive to create pull at my feet
and walk me into the pit of
fresh reality, no longer does
the relief come when the word
emerges on the page, instead
there is only dissatisfaction and
sadness.

the poet in me must have left
no longer friends with the beat
of my heart, no longer in tune
with the secret channels my mind
broadcasts, no longer demanding
me to feel that which I refuse to
even acknowledge, no longer
there reminding me that I am
more than a body of flesh and
blood.

the poet in me is dead or gone
no longer putting up a fight with
the destructive order of my soul,
no longer bringing out the human
side of my heart, no longer engaging
all of my brain, no longer pushing me
to be more than I am expected to,
no longer making me sing and
talk and believe in myself, no
he is too good for that now.

the poet in me is quiet now
and all we have left is his pen
and our memory.

Eternity
It turns me so gently

In a moment
I felt the crash of waves
breaking on shores of our past.
An ageless zephyr speaking silence,
imparting truths ever clearer than the last.

In a moment
I witnessed a presence of self
that was static and, yet, yielding to the motion.
Feelings flowed and I dared to experience,
wading through a river called emotion.

In a moment
I knew that I knew nothing
of certainty and its incarnations.
Though if in my doubt is fate assured,
let my anxious heart melt into patience.

In a moment
I found only this moment

And it turned me, again
Eternally

It's been too long, love
Since I saw your face
Or held you in my arms
And spoke, "Farewell."

It's been too long, dear
Since you swore
That our love was real
And stayed so close

It's been too long, darling
Since you kissed me long
And peppered my face
With the gentle touch of love

But it's never been too long,
That I've waited for your return
Under the countless stars
And many sleepless nights.