Still water
resting
at the
bottom
of a
Pacific ocean
tide
pool,

reflections
of you
in my
mind
in the
Sunday
morning
light.

sometimes
I can imagine
I hear you
laughter
carried in
harmony
to me
on a
a salt-kissed
circling
wind.

and I
sit for
a moment
and smile.

I always
smile.

it is
a giving
thing that
you do.

your gentle
manner
of truth
and innocence.

I can always
feel it
there in
you eyes...

you are


where
good  poets
go to
die.

Sitting there

you are

a perfect

balance of

innocence

and silence

melting.


like low tides

kissing over

a southern
sloped beach at

sunset.


no motion

wasted or

taken for

granted.


only a

promise that

the next

moment

will be your

best.


your eyes

keeping secrets

deep that no

heart could

ever forget,


like a broken

window long

past the

moment

when the

stone was

carelessly

thrown.


you embrace

all of world

in your
young years and

the world

embraces

all of

you back,


with glee

and open

admiration.


for I too

have seen you

at the

window still.


and now

I like

the sunset sea,


can think of

nothing less.

Last week

seven of my

children were

all together for

the first time

in a long time.


and as each one

came into the room

to greet me.

I felt my roots

grow

deeper and

deeper to

the center

of the universe.


and in their smile

I saw the smile of

my father,

the smile

of my mother.,


and as I drank

in their laughter

I became

drunk with

life.


and when night

fell

I looked up to

the heavens

took a deep

breath into

my soul.


then I

memorized

the exact place

of every star

and shimmer.


and I knew

I had finally

found my

place in

the universe.

Still feel

your angry
gypsy

nails

buried in

hopelessness

in my back.

they are

just hole

in the wall

reminders

that I will

never be

invincible

to broken

down love

love affairs.

or ever go

riding off into

the sunset

on the painted

ponies of

your dreams.


or what do

the poets call it

when only

one of you

is in love?


and one

of the ponies

had to

be shot

somewhere

along the

way.


maybe it is

an illusion

that two

people are

truly made

for each other.


I know your

not Barbie

did you ever

see me

as Ken?


or were you

just a left over

thought today

that passed

through my

head on

the way to

somewhere else.


like looking down

and suddenly

realizing that

my shoes


are untied.

She Sleeps
in a bed
of second hand
dreams.

surrounded by

raggedy Anne
romances
of no
depth or
consequence.

she is
a poem with
no ending
clouds with
no sky.



she sits

waiting for

heaven or hell

to finally

be done

with her.



maybe
someday
love will
give it
back.

the
key.

to the
place she
locks
all of her
secrets,

and hides

all of

her heart.

but not
now,

her broken
heart stands
alone,

the reaper.

watching,

while she
sits still


offering
only gentle
whispers.

of lonely

one way
conversations,

with empty

bottles

of wine

tonight.

In this
one moment
I see

The old
man with
the cardboard
sign sitting
on the dirt
corner in
front of me,

looks like
a fat black
pool turtle
waiting for
something  
good to
fly by.

perched in
a pose of
power
but nobody
else sees him
that way
I am sure.

he stares
out into open
space like
an predator
looking
for prey.

and it
is not
money he
wants or
respect,

they died
long ago
in his
smile.

he just wants
this dam heat
wave to
calm down,

and his
belley to be
half full
after supper.

and his
kids where ever
they are
to grow up
to be anything
better than
him.

and he
just wants
death to
come and
not wake
him up
when it
does.


it's 4:30 in LA
on a Tuesday
afternoon.

"welcome to
paradise "

Love me
naked beyond
flesh or bone,

trace your
fairytale dreams
to memory upon
my lips,

runaway your
passion and lust
across my eyes,

and never
let the sun
run to retire.

and deep inside
our eyes
we will define
our destiny,

and we
will never
let each other go.

and as all
of your love
falls out
of time..

nothing will
be left
but you and I.

so let me
be your
more,

and never
be satisfied
with less.

to be young
to die old
inside  your
angel eyes

and sing.

Come take
your mind
on down
with me .

let our bodies
be canvases
to the tributes
of our
lives.

leave  
our old stories
like tattered
and worn
baggages

by the
door.

be each
others
savior for
awhile.

a old lover's
lament.

not trying
to fill in
each other's
water color
dreams,

with lies
or half
obligated
promises.

and finally
when the
late afternoon

comes to
swallow our
worn
innocence.

close the
door.

leave unsaid
the words
that must
be said.

return us
both with
some dignity


to the outskirts

of our lives.

And in
this
moment
I find
you.

there is
a magician
in your
eyes
that performs
for
me.

and as
your hair
brushes
across
your face,

time
stands
still.

so all
of the
universe

takes
notice
as you
pass.

and the
colors
that are
you ,

bleed
through
me.

knowing
their
way to
heart.

and under
this Capricorn
sky

I confide
to nomad
stars.

and every one
and everything
that is
in the
universe
or ever
was,

and like a
child,

I whisper

your name
up into
the night.

finder"s
keepers...

loser's
weepers.

and I
will

never
give
you

back.

Big brown
back  pelicans

sit a top

their

matriarch

perches

casting

their cynical

stares of

judgment

to all

who happen

by.


fat Mexicana

fisherman

skinny

Asian

fisherman

throw their

sights and

lines

beneath

the horizon

line.


dinner or

die.


two teen

lovers

holding hands

as their

walk

under this

splintered

pier,


stars in

their

eyes you

can see

that even

from

way up

here.


totally oblivious

to the half

eaten sand *****

that lie

lifeless

under their

feet.


and the tide

rolls in,

and the tide

rolls out.


and yet

to know

how I

fit and

breathe

amongst

all of this.


escapes me.


like the

punch line

of a bad joke

at a

holiday party


now without

you for

the first

time in


my life.

There  is
the door
that opens
in you,

and in
these 50
poems,

somewhere
amongst
them
may I
find it.

and if
God truly
does make
everything
just right.

I know
he did
better
with you.

and in
the captions
of your day
could
you write
me in
one.

somewhere
between
the moon
and sun.

your heart
and your
soul.

your breathing
and your
*******.

your sunshine
and your
shadow
dreams,

and though
in that
moment

I would
be old.

and you
would be
young.

I would

be happy

for a
eternity
to hold

you there..

for me
I know there
is a fairy tale
ending in
your eyes,

a soul's
balance,

and a
peace and
harmony that
I have
never known.

and in the
quiet whispers
in the
deepest
night when
you open
to me and
reveal all
that you have
inside.

naked to naked
eyes to eyes,

in this
forever world
that lies
inside your
once in
a lifetime
dreams.

I dream of
you can
you feel
me.?

it is
a minute past
one in
the morning
I taste you

do you
taste me

too?

(for Patty)


25 years on

but a

moment,


the bonding

and nurturing

of two hearts

as one,


the fitting

and casting

of two

pieces of

clay

in God's

hands,


to form

the perfect

union of

heaven

and earth

in our

souls.


and the

words

"my wife"


I speak in

reverence,

and in

God's ears

I whisper

every night.


"I am not

worthy

to lie by

your side,


or dream

for a

moment

in your

loving eyes..


but I trust

in God's

plan he

will make

me a better

man ..

because one

moment

under the

morning star


he gave

me you.

Walking

to the
places
that are
your day,

let me
see them
through
your eyes.

and hold
them and
understand
them as
you might.

let me
walk your
path in
the harmony
that is
you.

and dance
upon the
smiles that
you meet.

because you
in any day
would be
a blessing
at first
sight.

a timing
of goodness
and peace.

because
that is
what
I feel
whenever
I see you
in clouds.

it is
in your
nature.

so many
great things.

and I
want to
discover
them as
a child
all over
again with
you..

so that I
maybe
familiar
with them
too,

as I take
these simple
steps in
my day

of find
you and
be closer

to where
your canopy
dreams

lie.

It's 10:00 o'clock

in the morning,

she's gone.

she is lying

underneath

somebody else's

sweat

by now.


chipped

***** dishes

in the kitchen

sink peek out

and yawn,



knowing quite

well that no one

will be

waking

up to

attend to

them anytime

soon.


12 little

aluminum can

soldiers lie

wasted across

my bedroom

floor.


I think

somewhere

between

the 6th or 7th

can she

really

did start

looking good

to me

and I to

her.


but now

it is


2:00 o'clock

in the

afternoon

and fortunately

for me,



the night

hadn't taken

any prisoners.



instead only

given

life sentences

of the

devil's

fate.


to open

my front

door.


to walk out

naked

under God's

crimson light

and hope

that someone

might


love me

tonight.

Your shadow
follows
behind you like
a prisoner
of your
past.

your eyes
have become
roses that
are slowly
dying..

and all
of my words
cannot help
her in
these nights,

where she
hides behind
these empty
walls.

at first light
of marriage
she was
ready to
set the
world on
fire.

put now
her fortunes
are just
empty pockets
of fate
buried deep in
her old
favorite jeans.

too young
too stupid,

in love
or whatever
you call
it at eighteen
years of age.

and I
send her
kisses and
quiet whispers,

that at twenty-eight
she might
grow to
understand.

that at
thirty eight
my dreams
might cover
her heart
like a
blanket.

and then she
will realize
that "yes,

I loved her
too."

The Cinderella
story was
never
about
you.

you are
so much
more.
from beginning
to end.

with your
gypsy
point
of view.

that can
take
a man
down
with a
single
look.

make
him
beg
into the

night,

that you
will you
never
let him up
for air
again.

legs
squeezed
tight,

you heart
bleeding
out into
the night.

from so
long
ago
when
you lost
a broken
heart
to love.

and you
haven't
ever
found it

but your
nails
are black
with the
Indiana
mud,

as you
dig
and claw
and look
in all
of the
places,

that you
might
of seen
it last.

but still
the slipper
doesn't
fit,

the pumpkin
doesn't
come.

and the
mice sit
in the
corner
eat their
cheese
and look at
you
and laugh.

cause they
know it

too.

the Cinderella
principle
never really

applied

to you...

I caught

one

once,



it felt

and tasted

like a

ice cream



melting from

the corner

of your

mouth,



and it

was glorious

and Neopolitan

in flavor.



and just

for a

castaway

moment



we were

in a

cocoon
growing
changing
embracing
love ,


and then

suddenly
the shadow

fell,


and you

inhaled

my love

and spit

it out,


like a

dog who

just ate

something

vile.


and then
you

ran,


and

then when
our
eyes would

meet,


you ran

some more.


keeping just

far enough

away


outside

my desperate

reach,

that lord

forbid

that I

might

ever

taste your
ice cream

smile again.


that summer

I was 13
it was my
first kiss..


I was just
a child


who once

thought

anything

was possible.
then I
met you..


stupid

girl.


*****.

I dream
just outside
your smile.

just close
enough
for you
to know
that I
am there.

brushing
your hair
with a
touch,

moving
to reach
for your
hand with

a thought.

in a
moment
of my
own
redemption,

and stars
shine
brighter
in your
eyes,

than I
have ever
seen
before.

and what's
to think
of this
moment,

but to
simply,

live it
with all
of my
heart.

In a

half breath

of this

moment

lying next

to you,

I have

felt more

than I

ever have

in my life.


the brushing

of my

hand through

the back

of your

angel hair,


the sleeping

of my dreams

while

lying next

to you,


then waking

up and seeing

them all

come true

in your

eyes.


and I kiss

you forever,

under broken

falling stars,


and give

you promises

to keep

deep inside

your heart.


to care

for us

and smiles

that only

we share

and laughter

that only we

hear early

under  pristine

light.


where angels

lay,

and where

after  the

still black

night I

always

reach

to make

love to

you...

The Cinderella
story was
never
about
you.

you are
so much
more.
from beginning
to end.

with your
gypsy
point
of view.

that can
take
a man
down
with a
single
look.

make
him
beg
into the

night,

that you
will you
never
let him up
for air
again.

legs
squeezed
tight,

you heart
bleeding
out into
the night.

from so
long
ago
when
you lost
your broken
heart
to love.

and you
haven't
ever
found it

but your
nails
are black
with the
Indiana
mud,

as you
dig
and claw
and look
in all
of the
places,

that you
might
of seen
it last.

but still
the slipper
doesn't
fit,

the pumpkin
doesn't
come.

and the
mice sit
in the
corner
eat their
cheese
and look at
you
and laugh.

cause they
know it

too.

the Cinderella
principle
never really

applied

to you...

From the
moment I
caught your
runaway smile,

I knew love
must of kissed you
in this Sunday
morning light.

everything
about you
was fireworks
on a fourth of
July evening,

and nothing
was taken for
granted in
you laugh.

you are
a brightener
of days.

the first
sigh of
angels...

and the
world and
I are so
much
greater
for it...

Good night kiss

till your
a hundred
and one.

close your
eyes
tight
like a

galleon's
treasure
chest,

and bury
your
dreams

deep
inside
me.

safe
from
pirates
and
wobbly
sorts.

and I
will be
there in
the air
around
you.

dream
calm
serene

like a child
saying the
shepherds
prayer

before
she lays
her head
down to
sleep.

and I will
not sleep

till you

awake...

In the
birth of
the morning
light,

I would hold
your smile
with all
of my might,

all of my cards
of life and
fairy tail
dreams
on the table.

for you
to turn
over as
you wish.

I offer
to you
my scars to
heal,

and I can
see that
in your
eyes.

that forever
begins with
this moment
now,

your laughter
like
sunlight
as it falls
over me.

and I
am warm
I am
vulnerable
to you,

and for the
first time
in a long
time.

I have
so many
questions
of myself.

of this
first meeting
this first
hello.

and Santa Barbara
is in your
eyes,

and now it
is there
that I
forever want
to be.

without you

here,

Heart
displaced.

shadow
smiles,

hour glass
moments,

fleeing
from across
your face.

no one
listening
to stalled
heart beats.

your thoughts
jumping
from one
moon
to the next.

holding
back
time.

upsetting
the gentle
balance
of the
universe.

because your
not really
there.

your here
with me.

as the tide
wipes the beach
clean of false
impression.

so have you
allowed me
and my

heart
to breathe

again.

You steal
my breath
away with
the unconditional
giving of
the smile
inside
your eyes.

the dancing
light
of warmth
between
each breath
that you
take.

and I
lie forever
between
them.

your eyes
your smile.

they lift
me up
to you.

where my
spirit
will only
know your
grace.

and the
wind
finds
you.

and my
thoughts
surround
you.

at this
time
at this
place.


you
are more

to me

than I ever

imagined.



you are the

poems inside

me that

I now know

have always

been.

Enormous
fake *****.

she thinks
she walks
on water,

no wait
it is wine
cheap at
that.

I see
her buy
it sometimes
at 6 in the
morning
at the
local
supermarket,

when
she thinks
no one
else can
see.

and she
always
pulls me
aside gives
me a sloppy
kiss on
my cheek.

and then
proceeds
to tell me
her latest
personal
fiasco.

or about
this current
lover or
that and
how he isn't
quite
right. and
he never
calls her back,


or that
he is
so inadequate
in bed.
it almost
puts her to
sleep.



She is

a woman

running on

empty.

Today I
woke
up it was

5:45 a.m.
and I didn't
want to
stir from
bed.


didn't need
my trix
cereal fix
that bad.


I said
to myself.

didn't want
to go
to the
supermarket

just to
see if
she was

dead.

I take
her hand
trembling.

tide is going
out.

all the

secrets
of her

marriage
will be
no longer
hidden.

safe in
harbor
shores.

her life
exposed
to the
pain

the sorrow,
the love

will be

like broken

seashells

thrown upon

this beach.

lost.

never to

be put

back together

again.

her
beauty
still
at hand.

like rose
pedals

without

the sunlight

to guide

them,

she knows
not where
to begin.

lovers from
her past
scurry
about her
thoughts,


like wild
dogs
looking
for scraps
of red

tender

meat.

but she
will have
none of it.

because she

knows  it
is time,

to begin
her new

life without
him.

It was

a heavenly

invitation

of sorts,


and I

accepted

it gladly,


to be

the child

on the

horizon

to your

morning

light.


until the

wake

of your

beliefs

in the

water

beneath us

swallowed

me,


and I

was cold

and it

was dark


and the

air that

I struggled

for was

you.


and then

it went

black.


and I

felt

my heart

disappear

in my

chest


and I

lost all

sight

of sky


of dreams


and you.

And the

weight of

us lies deep

and full

breath

within your

angel

eyes.


and your lips

and open

mouth

are my

salvation.


as we

lie on

this lazy

Sunday morning

kisses

falling

upon us,


like broken

stars falling from

the sky.


and love

is the

weight

of us,


and tomorrow

a day

that we

hope

will never

come...

Lost in the
deep end of
your Auburn
eyes,

unable to
catch my
breath nor
wanting too.

so many
questions
and sheltered
dreams
that move
across your
eyes mesmerize
this moment
unlike anything
else I have
ever known.

hearing your
voice next
to me
I feel
like  a
fat calico
cat with
my belly
being rubbed
over and
over to
my hearts
content.

and the
beauty of
you is
in a
falling star,

it is
in this
moment that
rises up
to embrace
me,

the calling
of wonder
and the
simple smile
that blesses
your face.

and in
this moment
I am
a child.

I am
a child

with you.

You are

the sunrise

to my

morning

every

morning,



the bringer

to light

and warmth

and the

vanquisher

of shadow

dreams.



you are

the gate

keeper

to all

that lies

inside you,



and I the

pauper

that stands

before your

gate.



one hand

open for

your generosity

of caring,



one hand

open for

you to

touch

my fate.



in these

distant

times when

we walk

on separate

paths



that still

somehow

have

brought

us here,



to this

place

this understanding,



that we

are so

much

more together



than we

could ever

be apart.

And the

memory
of melting
Zodiac
popsicles,


running down
your sweet
lips. and
the yearning
for cool

pinhead

rain kissing

my back
on hot
summer
solace
days,


and the

belly aching

of annoying
friends like
harbor flies
bussing around
my head.,


you know the
really big
ones.


and in

the kitchen

the dishes
slumber deep
in their
porcelain
bed,


and barnacle
pieces of
food cling
to their
smooth

sun dial edges,


and lazy
dish *****
run up

and down

left and

right in my
imagination
across their
face.


the karma
of *****
dishes

and a
summer
deluge of

missing you


that just
won't
stop.

It is the
underside
of your belly
that I love
the most,

the tender
flesh,
the beating
of your
heart through
your skin
rising up
to greet me.

like an
old lover
a best friend.

and no other
place have
I ever called
home,

and meant it
like when
I say it
to you.

and love is
a rainbow
in your eyes,

and you
are all the colors
of my
watercolor
dreams
at night.

at day.

whenever
I taste your
lips...

Cashed out
dreams in
my heart,

only memories
of dark
places in
my head.

how could
you of
been everything
to me
and now
your just
a blank destination
in my bones.

That I am
never going
back too
even if
I wanted
to.

too many
wrong turns
bad directions
broken yellow
lines.

my dreams
have now
become the
one and only
true definition
of lost.

and you just
passed me by
and then
went
on without
me.

far away
from this
Empty Sunday
morning

and my
eyes are only
dots in
your rearview
mirror.

soon to
be forgotten
never to
be loved
again.

like trash
dumped from
your speeding
white hot
Chevy front
door

window.

no seat
belt attached

begging for
this wind
to take me
home.

These pages

of white

are the

places

I know

you best.


where

I feel

you here

all around

me,


not a

shadow

but a

window

that you

see into

my heart.


you consume

my spirit

but it

is never

exhausted.


you are

a flame

within me

that warms

my soul,


and bends

me over

your sky,


to reach

but never

touch

the ground.


you are

light

to the

corners

of my

life that

need to

be seen,


to be

expressed

in these

words

that only

you can


bring from

me.


and why

that is

so is

not important,


just as

it is not

our right

to ask

of a

star falling

from the

sky if

it is only

for my

taking.


I will

only take

whatever

moments

you can

give me.


whatever

prayers

you might

have.


and ask

nothing

in return.


like the

rain

to a

field.


I just

grow


to you.

Sirus Clouds dance

like children

playing in

open blue sky.


and under

them I

day dream

of you

and where you

are and

what you

are doing?


it is

the grace of

knowing

you that makes

me think of

you and pray.


that you are

well and

loved deeply

and held close

in the

morning when

you awake.


that your eyes

are bright

and full

of wonder.


just as I

wonder about

you and the

deep sighs

that you

take at

first kiss

on this Monday

morning


while day dreaming

of you.

Nowhere in
this universe
could you
find your
sea shell
smile,

or echo
of your
gypsy
laughter
under a
mid day
sun,

the caption
of day
and life
in your
eyes.

the truth
of innocence
lying open
and free
upon your
touch.

you are
a promise
of everything
that is
kind and
breath taking
to see,

first light
in the
morning

or late
night
under
midnight
dreams,

you fill
the very
minutes
of life
itself,

with a
open heart
beauty that
is you.

and for
that
time
itself takes
a moment
to gaze back
upon you,

and smile,

for like
me it
is helpless
do anything
else.

Once I was

the target

in your eye

for a

moment,



caught there

in your

spider web

mentality.


and I

struggled

for a

10,000 moments

to get

free,


then laughed

at my

myself

when I

did,


on how

ordinary

and simple

and bland



your thoughts

and lies

truly were.


over used

tangled

emotions

of a stupid

burnt

relationship


where all

of my writings

became black eyed

poems of

the closed

****** kind.


that left

me  purpled

bruised and

discarded.


where love

could not

find me.

where love

will not

find you.


but now  I

have found

my falling

star blazing

hot yellow

across

her eyes

melting into

mine,


soaring

laughing

together

as one.


and now

at last

I no longer

wonder

in the

dark..



if your

heart

will

ever learn

to fly

again..

When I see you.

It is all

too familiar,


the turn of

your smile

the toss of

your angel hair.


like  a dream

reaching deep

in my soul,


taking root

in innocence

on this early Sunday

afternoon.


shadows from

our past

cannot find us.,


everything is new.


memories gained

memories lost

become just

idle trinkets of

no consequence

between us.


For now there

is only two,


you and I

bending entwining

our bodies

without sin

to one another,


we hunger

naked unafraid,


reaching for

the baptism

of the sun.


and tomorrow

the first morning

kiss upon

your face.


a moment

to which I

will never

forget.

You are
everywhere
it is
your nature
in the
universe
to be
all things,

to the
people that
you meet,

to the stars
that at
night
that find
a home
in your
eyes.

quiet thoughts
surround you
like sunflowers
in a field
that sway
and gently
kiss the
breeze at
evening tide.

and God
blesses your
wandering
and unsettled
heart and
smiles at
the whispers
that you
say to him
at night.

and I have
been blessed
to write
to you
now for
no other
reason than
to continue
to find
myself
in the simple
things in
life and love.

and yet
to stand back
in awe
and witness
you like
a hurricane.

it is
in your
eyes.

and your
nature
never lies.

in the
wind I
can feel
it.....

you are
everything.

The monkeys
have all
gotten out,

run and hid
in their
3 button suits
and chosen
professions

or their
favorite watering
holes to
finally, sit
and slowly
fade away
into a
another lonely
night.

and no one
is to blame
no one
needs
to shed a
tear of
pity or
words
of condolences.

we all
knew what
we were
doing right
from the
start.

should of
stayed in
the zoo,

should of
joined a
circus.

they would
of certainly
of treated
us better
than what
we did
to ourselves.

sitting at
the bottom of the barrel
looking up.

last monkey
standing.

this night
in you,

when the
rains come
in the
wink
of an eye,

we crusade
into
the black

catching each
droplet
of night
upon our
tongues.

then savoring
the taste
together
deeply
and sweetly
between our
lips..

seeking our
salvation
humble
and as a
servant
to each other's
souls..

through
Topanga
canyon,

we walk

bare toes
in flight.

clouds
swollen
bellies
itching
to give
birth..

and there
behind
your eyes

naked
unafraid,

you
see
me...



and I

see you.

forever.

My dreams
would
lie over
you
in lover's
trust.

and I
would
give you
all my
prayers
and thoughts,

and I

would quest
my life for all
that you
have to
give.

and banish all
of the
misguided
reasons
in your
life why
love
has left
your
eyes,

and we
would run
in to
the falling
corona
sun,

to your
secret hot
places
of sighing
whispers,

and midnight
callings
that only
your heart
would
know.

patient
at your
touch.

captivated
by your
ways.

and rogue
manner
that you
hold
your smile.

over a rose
covered bed.

and sand
pebbles

falling
from your
angel hair
like golden
lights
from a
black
night
sky.

I would
find
you

and
hold
you

forever under

this open Texas
sky...

and in
his eyes tonight
you will lie
but he doesn't
see you.

under the
cover of night
I am the
lightening strike
just outside
your window.

and the
muscle twitch
between your
thighs
that is me
as well.

in these
fairy tale dreams
of us.

and the rubies
I could
give you,
for you
to hang
around your
neck,

and the
whispers I
could share
with you,

before the
night expires
to the light.

and you would
taste of me
and me
of you
everywhere.

and though
death beckons
me in
these days,

I am far
richer for
having these
dreams at least
once.

and not
die the
pauper in
God's eyes.

6/12/2008



Last week

seven of my

children were

all together for

the first time

in along

time,

.

and as

each one

came into

the room

to greet me.

I felt my roots

grow

deeper and

deeper to

the center

of the

universe.,



and in

their smile

I saw the

smile of

my father,

the smile

of my

mother.,



and as

I drank

in their

laughter

I became

drunk with

life.



and when

night fell

I looked up to

the heavens

took a deep

breath into

my soul.



then I

memorized

every star

and shimmer.

up above

my head,



and I knew

and I

was certain



I had finally

found my

place in

the universe.

To look
at you

is catching
a glimpse
of paradise
in a
bottle,

and then
to drink
it dry
in a single
swirl.

the sharp
angles
of your
face,

defining
me with
a turn
of your
head.

and I
always
trust
your smile,

like falling
from
the sky
without
wings.

I know
you will
always
be there.

to rise
me up
to see
your face
again.

in this
paradise
of a
moment
with you.

that a
life is
built
upon.

and  between  
a blink
of your
eyes,

I fall
again.

it has
been a
field mouse's
moment
since
you have
been here..

there to
now.
a twenty
year blink of
an eye.

and a
million
smiles
imbetween.

marriage
it never
has been
a roller
coaster ride
with you.

only the holding
our hands
high into the
air
and laughing
with the
sun.

the joy
has just
been
greater,

the love
has just
been deeper.

and the
journey
is that
which
heaven
surely

must be

made of

because
in my life

I have
tasted it

and you.

and it
is sweeeeeeeeet.

caught a smile
of you in
my mind today,

and it was
like my last
memory of
you,

was happening
right before
my eyes.

and everything
in life
was pure,

and  the kiss
upon your
lips was
just for
me.

and all
my souls
seasons
fell into
one,

and the
clouds in
the sky
were everything
in my eyes.

and you
in my
heart.

and love
was old
and it was
new.

and my soul
was sky
and you took
me with you.

today and
all of
our days
that might
follow.

and it was
easy to
see everything
in me

is you...

You are

the sunrise

to my

morning

every

morning,



the bringer

to light

and warmth

and the

vanquisher

of shadow

dreams.



you are

the gate

keeper

to all

that lies

inside you,



and I the

pauper

that stands

before your

gate.



one hand

open for

your generosity

of caring,



one hand

open for

you to

touch

my fate.



in these

distant

times when

we walk

on separate

paths



that still

somehow

have

brought

us here,



to this

place

this understanding,



that we

are so

much

more together



than we

could ever

be apart.