pulse of this city in your presence, more alive,
as your eyes,
they sing back the beauty of every building scraping sky, gently- as you
pluck the strings of heart i thought had lost
amongst the midst
of olden day,
this polluted air will miss your wide smile of streaming light, the light i watch
in golden day,
filter thru your hair, as cloud, as in the only angel whose delicate voice could speak so loud,
resonates thru my soul in sound,
the silence of your skin i'll miss
as memory, begging me to replay
over and over until
the day
your big brown eyes again find my grey

When I touch your
Forehead with
Mine

The energies between our
Eyes dance within
An inch of

Immense impact.
I could drop you over ruins;
Rebuild cities.

like a tsunami you want to tuck into bed
settle down end the rage
leave the city for a few days
breathe in the air of these old ripe trees
and sing the song of frozen spring
a loving freeze
shake about in airy ease
dance again
let's dance

walking thru the broken garden of things you were supposed to heal,
people, you told not to rely
as if every cut stem wasn't a sign,
petal, as potential's ashes
burning away in seconds of time
drenching death in red,
quiet sky overhead, pleading pleads of why, pleads of please, pleads of try
trailing hopes you have to extinguish
never exposing tangle in vine,
essence of your core.
soul drips soil, drips wine
like every past lover you try to ignore

find me the right words right melody,
hidden amongst the lovers who don't know the ending,
don't crave it like i do
morning blue
barely awake, alive to feel the day
the songs of everlasting notes beating to their laid out script in the heart
let symphony play
let it reign
until destruction beckons for the stage,
to feel it's name,
it will crash like your lover's come down
your heart or *******
let it reign

you have to give beauty a chance
to break down your walls
that so you may take up the dance
and sing, poet, sing, once more.

they spit gold; expect
you to fall in love; maybe some do
they will, i can't
Raw is real, found between lines of silence,
not orders of gin & tonic,
not flashing lights but light of soul,
incandescent, all that shade lets in
all that warmth, in subtle gaze
we yearn for in winter
i yearn for you: most days