You lingered far too long
with rain clouds, your morning fog
I waited in mists of rain, the days
for sun to warm, to wrap it's arms once more
to watch the steam of scented cedars
I sat silent under great trees
of a rhododendron forest
kept looking for buds
a hint of flowers
to come

High in hills, drift the clouds - of sun it kills
wind barren path strung low with lichen laid
starry flowers, pale white, soft a blanket made
amidst dawn's dewy moss, footprints pressed
leading up and outward toward the day
the sky, through all of time, only a spiral
how earth makes it's way

Driving south
only cactus go by
my skin hot, dry
peel of my lips
taste how sweat drips
melt behind this wheel
sink into surreal
this road to Mexico
slow the air of black crows
slow the circling of death's bones
cool riverbed, just ahead
driven from my home
drift, I float this desert ocean
dance this floor
alone

Nights, when I don't see you
trailing in stars
or by the light of moon
however bright
blackness takes my sight
a shooting star - I fall
back to everything
and nothing
at all

Stillness bathes my room, the stars have gone
slow sweeps the light of dawn
watery windows breathe of cold
spider mandala art has gone
now sleeps the garden green
of gorgeous lily bowers
silence has come
the quiet of flowers
falling down

Shadows of the moon
Draw crests of night from noon
With whispers on the waves,
Our ship is leaving soon

Shadows on the sky
Wake light whose rifts will cry
From distant dreams we crave,
Our pasts have said goodbye

I've left the shores behind
Waged wars inside my mind
And now tonight I'll glide
Into the shadows of the moon

Shadows of the moon,
Dawn black on midnight's croon
With eyes set towards the sea
Our ship has sailed too soon...

Shadow breaks to wave
Wind's weight could crush the brave
Though squalls rip you and me,
This broken world we'll save

I've left the storm inside,
Old patterns I've defied,
And now my blade's refined
With the shadows of the moon

From envy a vicarious dream repeats
Each autumn as the sunshine cools
Happiness that once shone bright grows dim;
My mind takes over for her Chance—unleashed.

Thirty three years have passed yet she remains
A part of me, and full of looks like me,
Blue, new skies of Fall, the air is clear
And sharp; I watch my breath as clouds break through

Great peaks—this mountain journey continues,
Linger heavy thoughts of her life; she’s free!
Like birds, my daughter soars inside my heart,
Her sight and strength in spirit, I do weep,

Another mother-daughter fate it brings,
By nature we will be dear friends again.
I love this season of her temperate birth—
My greatest pain, she fills a crucial role

To be my joy and light this time around.
As I walk perilous steps until my Death,
My lifelong prayer that mine will come before
And she will be the last to know what’s best.