there is
sideways
look in your
eyes,

and pelican
gypsy
thoughts
in your
mind,

like restless
clouds
preparing
to take
flight,

but the
destination
never
is all
that important.

it is
really all
about the
view.

and what
is to
become
of childish
dreams if
I cannot
see them
in your
eyes every
morning.

if just
for a fleeing
moment,

tangled in
our awakening
of truth
and dare.

of back
traced
footsteps
that somehow
left us
here,

with smiles
on our
faces and
friendship
in our
hearts,

like tad
poles
wishing
to be some
thing else.

I am
always
here
in you.

your beauty
stands
alone,

none other
in mind
or heart.

the pleasing
touch
of your
tongue
soothes
like warm
honey across
my lips.

ancient
stirrings
of docile
surrenders
lie across
your bed.

and the
universe
is in
you,

and blossoms
at the
arc of
your
smile,

and you
are a
reflection
of hope
and love
and the
mercy
in God's
eyes,


and I
the child
who looks
back at
you.

never
wanting to
look

away.

or caring to.
only
loving

this moment
and nothing
else.

and in
the sighs of
your day,

and the
quiet
whispers
of your
morning
awakening,

when stars
dance above
you and
last nights
dream
puzzle pieces
still move
and scatter
through
your mind.

my dreams
reach out
to you

and whisper
back to
you
with open
heart and
gentle
certainty

I am
here.

and we could
not be closer
if we
were stars
upon black,

and our
light was
for all of
the universe
to see...

nothing unsaid
naked
slumbers and
love  that
bends to
around the
moon and
back....

the crisp
winter air
stirs
around
you,

like a
oceans
swell
to a
north
reef
beach.

your breaths
are deep
then shallow
and then
follow off
to sleep
again,

as if
you are a
child
playing in
some
midnight's
star lite
dream.

and your
backs
silhouette
against the
morning:s
burnt orange
canvas

takes my
breath
away,

like a
baby's
first gulp
of air
from it's
mother's
womb.

I am
naked
again.

and we
are innocent
in each other's
smile.

over and
under
through the
universe
in play.

you thing one
me thing two..

and may
tomorrow
never
come.

empty
into the
night,

pearl
thoughts
and confessions
of the
soul.

bend to
the light
like a
sapling
reaching for
life and
direction
in a
pine stone
forest,

and I
will stand
with you,

not the
white
elephant
in the
room,

but the
wish answered
at the
moment
the candles
were extinguished.

where
serendipity
begins

and rainbows
bend..

and so do

we.

jack rabbit
clouds
clutter
the horizon
line,

runaway
segulls
pepper
the sky,

like so
many
beaked
pirates
in search
of a
meal to
blunder.

can opener
spirits
leave me
weary
and tripping
down
to the
waters
edge

and under
the white
foam
and surf,

between
the sea's
mercy
and lullaby
serenade.

I bury
my thoughts

in you.

these
days,

barricades of
tears
behind your
eyes,

moments
pressed
hard against
your heart.

the sweet
sound of
honey
when
you breathe
in my
ears,

redemption
in your
smile

on any
kind of
day.

the things
these
days that
test your
will.

pages
turning
in these
words
I write.

my childhood
comes
for me
some nights.

I wish
I was
12 and
you were
10.

and the
world
could
start all
over

again.