Disengaged purple haze
Hearts in hands
a ring of lust
inside the mound
cheating murmurs
gagged sound
head down
on her knees,
if you please
the autumn sounds
of leaves in a chapel
deep underground

~
A room lives in Zoria
And also the trees
At a critical distance
She seeks their shelter
An abiding solace
To wash free
To swim sea
Who can blame
The suffering of her stream
Whether it be
A time for hanging on
Or a time for passing
Let the waters come
And overtake her
Flooding her with
Safeguarding arms
~

I imagine the man across the alley judges me
but I don’t know
I think she likes me
but I don’t know.

I feel sad about the thoughts of him and her
that I don’t even know
my imagination captures me in an I-loop.

Then I read Edmund’s poem
                      he takes me on a spiritual adventure
                                    into peace, love, life, nowhere, somewhere,
                                              dancing in the rain

I think about dancing in the pain
               and here I am still waltzing
                            dripping and glistening.

Poetry invites imagination.

When words don’t reach
                    Peace is death
                       Pain is life
                             Hell is love
                  
                  Somewhere is nowhere’s
                                 To hide


                 When words don’t reach
                               Death is peace
                                 Life is pain
                                   Love is hell

                    Nowhere is somewhere
                                      To hide.

                     When words don’t reach
                             The whole world
                                  Dance in the rain.

The sky can only be kissed by a poet.