The moon calls to me tonight—
I cannot resist her charms.
I slip beyond the confines of my room
To let the evening soak into my soul.

A full moon spills her silver light,
Darkness braided with her glow.
Rocky earth crunches beneath my feet,
Each step alive with sound and scent.

The high desert hums its song:
Stars glimmer, coyotes cry.
A noisy stillness fills the air,
As daylight’s brightness fills the sky.

My heaven is green grass,
And scent of sagebrush and hay.
I belong in this moonlit nirvana,
Where constellations burn like fire.

my every move captured  
the little fiends are note-taking
       squirrels on the fence
watch me put up battlements
surrounding our thriving tomato plants
                                              Good Luck !

Lakeside willow tree
Safety under drooping leaves
Junebugs warm my arms

Two   the word we use,  
As if life were a coin,  
Each side opposing:  
One, a dream; the other, silence.  

We call Death the thief of goals,  
The end that never asks,  
But why should it?  
When even Life, its brother,  
Arrives without permission,  
Yet remains sacred.

Sometimes I speak to Death itself,  
Ask it:  
Why don’t you knock?  
Why don’t you warn?  
Why don’t you ask before you take?

But then I pause,
Am I not in control of my own path?  
Or is Death the master still,  
Choosing when to come  
And who to claim?

Death
Why do  you grieve?  
Why do  you  fear fate?

Imagine the soul   yours, mine  
Entwined in the delicate dance  
Of life and its inevitable shadow.  

It must happen.  
Karma, I say.

Every decision, every step
The seeds of future consequence.  
Right or wrong, good or bad
But who defines them?

The sun and earth,  
Even they obey time
Silent servants to fate.

I closed my eyes to the ocean of your eyes,
only to open them
to the drought of your absence.