golden curtains and hard wood floor
longing and lightning

I dream a dozen roses.

I want to hear your voice
I need to feel you

sitting next to me, sister

i dream a dozen roses, beloved

and golden curtains touching the hard wood floor

I dream a dozen roses. little bird

your heart smiles,
angels and wings waiting

one spirit

I dream a dozen roses
white in color,
heart shaped
filled with hope

I dream a dozen roses,
are you still here
dear sister, Lisa?

surely

gentle spirit,
dear sister, Lisa

darling of light

I dream a dozen roses

a heart has many hands
i whispered  
while moonlight stole
through the tears in our blinds
but her breathing never
changed, never
hinted
she had heard and so
i rolled away, sensing
the dog shift
in its soft bed upon the floor
and tried
to pretend
i hadn't really said it

A tuber of sobriety
sprouts in the mind
It swells and thickens
from a root to a vine

A tendril meanders
and wavers
but all the while
still climbs...

The impossible
becoming possible
with discipline
and time

And a flock of blackbirds arose
from somewhere in my heart
winging away before I could count
their number
while on or just beyond
one of our many horizons
an eye blinked
slowly
watching our days unfold
and somewhere far from here insects
floated in the waning light
of an early summer eve
just above
a dew-gathering plain

long after i’m gone
this pebble will remain with
my touch turned to sand

Only two words you
need to die or live. Do not love you
O god. When Ganges will meet you?

Ethics, science and
religion are searching for peace. I had
asked for the distance not absence.

I understand, I am
killing myself for the sake of the
moon falling on the burning lake.

Crows overhead
in a late October sky
evening
near dark
a few late warblers
in and among the trees

at least
the crows were silent
as they winged past
and therefore wise

the dog, fed,
stretched out upon the sofa
thin chili on the stove
steaming faintly
the two of us here
a hand-drawn map
upon the table
a reedy voice crossing the plains
you        and        me
and nowhere else
to
go

Betrothed to the Earth,
I have wrapped her in my waters

She has been with me from the beginning,
And together we have filled my waters with life

But I long for the Moon.
She calls to me nightly.

Her shining light ignites me with joy.
On a cloudless night,
We create unmatched beauty
As her reflection dances
On my rippling waters.

As she draws nearer to me,
so do I to her.

These tides are all we have.
The Earth cannot share her Ocean.
Her gravity anchors me down.

But I long for the Moon,
And the Moon longs for me.

My waters swell with tears,
The Moon’s and mine.