There will
always be
things in
the world
that can
only be
described as
one and
two.

faith and
love,

whispers and
intimacy,

the image of
your body
in my

bed at

night.

there will
never be
a moment

in my life

that I would

ever
not recognize
you,

and you
me.

and doubt
has always been
forever  
outside of
us
,
like stars
shining
outside
canopy clouds
of black.

this sky
will always
belong
to us.

like one
and two

never yearning,

never seeing
anything else.

The bleeding

to white

and all

that may

come.


the unfeeling

of everything

I have

come to

hold dearly

in my

heart.


somehow

I know

in that

darken

place.


you will

still

find me

there.


and you

will calm

my spirit,


and paint

my sky,


and fall

like a

mid-winters

night

dream

over me


and I slumber

I will  catch

your sorrow,

and shelter

your pain,


and not

let a

broken

heart

take one

moment

from you.


true in

spirit

you

and I.


and the

falling

of clouds

will surround

us,


and the

crying of

seasons

lost will

echo in

our bones.


but only

truth will

be seen

in our

eyes


and only

love

will color

our sky...

Wake
up clementine
lover.

a dove
has flown
out our
bedroom
window.

and deep
pools
of melancholy
still lie in
your
eyes from

the night

before.

and the
morning
remembrance,

leaves us
with these
whispers
we share.

that shape us.


bend us
to one
another's
needs.

and as
your
hand
lies so
tightly
within
mine in

first light,

remember
too.

in this
day or
a million
next...

I never
will
never ever
let your
spirit

go...

i have
broken
my cocoon
for you,

I sit wet
and new
before
your touch.

and in
a day's
life let
me float
before your
gypsy
eyes,

and catch
your breath
beneath
my wings,

so I
might feel
love in
everything
that is
you,

hold me
upon your
wrist and
wonder
of God's
beauty of
creation,

and whisper
a prayer
to open
my monarch
wings to
sky,

and I will
rise to
your spirit,

and one
day I
will reach
forever
in your
smile.

and at
that
moment
I will be
exactly
where I
want to
be,

and death
will not
find me
wanting
here.

in this
moment
with
you,

for it is
far more
than
I ever
could of
dreamed,

that a
single
day could

ever be...

We move
in the
tides
of one
another
without
thought.

we feel
the warmth
of one
another
without
skin.

I navigate
to you
under a
pitch black
sky.

with a
harlequin
compass
of heart.

in giving

in forgiveness

to God.

and all
I want
to be

in these
moments

humbleness
and grace.

is this
reflection,

in your
angel
heart

in your

angel eyes

tonight.

It's a  perfect day,

and the

salt air

kisses your

cheeks,



and he

strokes back

your hair

with the hands

you trust

and perhaps

even love.



seagulls

circling and

it's not even

a thought

in your

head that

they might all

of gathered

here to

circle you.



as the

day retires on



Oddly he seems

out of sorts

withdrawn

secretive

in thoughts.



Then he

lines up

his sights

and rushes into

the moment.



and  his words

stand to

attention

one after

The other,



ready for the

command

to attack,



to pillage

their mark.

to leave

no survivors.

not even



You!  



right between

the eyes. He says



" I have slept with someone else"



a ******* intimacy.



and the

seagulls begin

to fury.



love is

now a chill

in your

bones



a faceless

memory bleeding

out upon

the dock.



and  your lungs

gasp for air,



and fumble

with the

basic process

of oxygen

and hydrogen

inside your

heart.



or what is

left of it.



and suddenly

your realize



your naked

ashamed

and a fool.



and he

has left you

here for

seagulls prey,



caring less

running mad.



on this  

less than



perfect day.

So easy
to slip
in and
out of
thought
with you,

like clouds
playing
peek a boo
with the
sun on
a high
sky
timeless
day.

sitting
here
testing
my fortune
every time
you come
into my
view.

you are
now in
me in so
many
places
that
I call
home.

and you
are always
welcomed
here.

like a
surprise
I knew
nothing
about.

a kiss
I never
saw
coming.

you are
a fortune
found

a seed
in my
blood.

a laugh
that makes
me unexpectedly
see myself

in you.

the rolling

of your

tongue

deep

in the back

of my

mouth,



it is

like a

carnival

of the

senses.



the teasing

of your

kisses on

my neck,



the nibbles

of your

teeth

on the

back of

my ear.



innocence

at play.



and your

breathing

I would know

anywhere.



for now

it is

the same

as mine.



and I can't

wait to

kiss you

again.

If we were 10.

through
my child's
eye,

thoughts
of you
skip across
my mind,

like pebble
thoughts
thrown
on a river.

on a
summer's
day,

while
children play.

innocence
parading
homemade
kites a
bending,

to the
shears
of the wind
at Tempest
heights.

back pockets
emptied,

to a new
friend
offered

all that
I worldly
possess,

the ******* jack
compass,
the slinky,  
and the  
cat's eye
marble
blue.

I give
to you

and
nothing
less.

in the
blessing
of trust


I throw
your words
into a
crooked
mountain
pool,

and then
relish in
the ripples
of you
that come
back to
cover me.

to embrace
your calico
eyes,

hold your
hand
and really
mean it.

find you
deep under
morning
covers,

and then
to just
watch you
sleep.

chocolate
swirl
surprise
ice cream
caked
upon your
lips.

your angel
hair falling
across your
face.

certainly this
must be how
a universe
begins.

here this
morning

with you.

There is
a prelude
to your
smile,

and my
thoughts
some days
bask
there,

like a
jungle
cat
in shade
on a
steamy
hot jungle
afternoon.

and I
drift in
and out
of dreams,

like a
boat
arching
above
and below
the crests
of each
approaching
ocean wave.

not caring
of height
or depth
or direction
or wind,

but only
that I
am with
you for
this moment
sharing
this space
in time,

and dancing
with you
in God's
full view.

and suddenly
at midnight

my time

I imagine

you waking
far across the

Atlantic ocean,

sleep blossoms

still in your eyes,


and suddenly I

see your smile,



and righteously

this moment

becomes
the best
dream

of all.

Salt and
pepper
clouds begin
circling
overhead,

wind slithering
through the
grass deep

and ominous
like a serpent

spreading sin.

red leaves
brown leaves

in this

solstice

afternoon
burning
hot and

and then

hotter,

then falling
to the
ground
exhausted.

summer
scratching
at my
window
sills,

cracking paint

fading all

color to

white,

regret
taking
hold of
my tired
bones,

and throwing

them away

like day old

left overs

from a

funeral"s

wake.

my breath
shallows
uncertain

as if the
next one
might never
come.

sorrow a
shredded bed
I lay my
soul within.

no rest

for a love
that  dies

alone..

I read

very carefully

the words

you write,



it is like

walking through

a ditch of

broken

pieces of

glass that

have been

thrown before

me.



i wish

you were

here to

guide me,



because

with each

piece of

you I try to

pick up

and hold

I bleed.



such are

the edges

around your

words.



but I bleed

gladly,



it is something

I do for

you without

question or

hesitation or

doubt.



so I

will stay awhile

on this page

with your

words tonight.



your poems

offer much.



and if

it kills

me I

will be

standing here,



waiting for

you someday



when you

walk out

the other

side.

an ugly

innocence

yes.



but a

innocence

to be

born

again

just the

same.



the slight

lifting of

your face

to catch

a smile.



the pausing

of a moment

to let

the sun

radiate

your face.



a whisper

to yourself

you are

an angel of

the stars,



to the

evening

canopy of

black.



but they

are all

still

there for

you to

dream

and wish

upon.



to take

your breath

away.



in the

joy and awe

of a

moment.



when your

soul

holds still,



and the

universe

can be

found

beginning in

your eyes.



and you

smile back

in return.

Time
has left
space.

love has
consumed all
that lived
before it.


like a tapestry
pulled
tightly
over
her heart
she hides
in the solitude
of silence.

she wears
love's
broken
promises
around
her neck,
like a
small
child
a sweater
that doesn't
fit.

tugging at it
here
pulling at it
there.

color all wrong

style out

of date.

an uncomfortable
circumstance.

leaving
no survivors.

only doubts

and questions

of his leaving,


and the hole

in the sweater

above her

heart,


where something

was taken


and never

given back.

the positioning of souls


you may

weep to cleanse

my face,


I may

sing to

bring

joy to

your day.


and the

streams blend

to rivers


and sunlight

warms the belly

of high

clouds.


and we

are each

of these

things.


not one

more or

less

than the

other,


open wide

around me,


hold your

arms unforgiving

around my soul


let me feel

your cycles

as they

weave

around

me,


with truth

honor and passion

for all that you

do..


and just

as God

the creator

has placed

the moon perfect

from the earth,


and placed

the sun

perfect

to the

universe.


so has

he placed

you and I


to each other.


no darkness...


blending

as one...


a destiny


not two...

Once I believed

that happiness

was you and I

dancing riding across

white popcorn skies.



sometime ago

I lost that

dream.



and now If you

stay for

a moment

and watch with

the stealth

of an alley cat

over an evening

gopher hole,



you will see

too that there

is nothing

if not a

belly full

of lies

in her eyes.



what was once

will never

be again.



tear and burn

her wedding

dress black,



and then

hold its memories

down in

the river

to their

last breath.



drown



all of it's

promises in

this night.



Her deep

kisses now

become no more

than places

where old men

bury their

souls.



I met her

a life time ago.



now all that

is left of me.



is a hole through

the back of my

heart.



now for me



love is a dungeon

with a dragon

glistening   and cold

sleeping inside.



and broken

white stallions

with saddles

lying empty

in the dark.



fallen reminders

of a dream

of white popcorn skies

and you.

You are
the dream
of everything,

the sum of
all my
thoughts,


the slumber
while I
sleep,

as the
peace
and blessing
of your
smile,
falls over
me

you are
the pieces
of my
night
that I
remember.

the warmth
in my
soul
that I
carry with
me through
out
my day,

till night
returns
me to
you

and our
thousand
dreams
till

dawn.

You are
the dream
of everything.

the slumber
while I
sleep,

as the
peace
and blessing
of your
smile,
falls over
me

you are
the pieces
of my
night
that I
remember.

the warmth
in my
soul
that I
carry with
me through
out
my day,

till night
returns
me to
you

and our
thousand
dreams
till

dawn.

You have
become
to me

a river to
float
my spirit
away
on.

the tenderest
of places
to plant
a prodigal

poet's
seed.

where the
emotional trees
in my life
were cut
down
cold,

and left
to barren
long ago.

naughty
at the
sight
of you.

joyous
in celebration
at the

thought of your
laughters
first sound.

no longer
afraid of
changes

you bring
upon me.

let the
tangerine
sunset
lie me
down.

and rest
in the
beats
between
the beats
of your
heart.

and mine



from your

first dream

to your

last dream

tonight.

love is
a highway.

that we
travel the
back
roads to
fate's
beginnings
and uncertain
endings.

that leave
us all
weary,

and confused
by the
headlights
of destiny's
verdicts
in our
eyes.

and the
lies
of first
kisses,

and naked
rides home
of our
youth.

the getting
on and
the getting
off of
one another.

and the
journey
carries us
and the
road
shapes us,

and the
grooves
and cracks
leave us,

for dead
sometimes.

alone on
the side
of the
road,

or squinting
hard
into life's
rear view
mirror,

trying to
recognize
someone
you thought
you knew
a long long
time ago.

or looking
across a
bed and
whispering
to the dark

a name
you vaguely
want to
remember.


love is a
highway

like that
sometimes,
.
that leaves
us passing
one another
in the night.

a broken
white line

you try
your best
to always
know

what
side
you are
on.

Nothing must
ever be
left
unsaid
between
us.

or we
risk the
chance that
we may
truly
be lost.

nor midnight
whispers
unspoken,

nor morning
sighs seeking
refuge
unanswered

nor bleeding
promises
forsaken

to dust.

all are the
treasures
of you
I keep.

this moment
this embrace

they are
the seeds

of all
we might
ever
become

together.

In the baptism
of your
exhaustion

from the

night before.

I would guard
your sleep.

and prop
your head
upon my
chest.

let my thoughts
pour over
you,
like a soft
rain.

I would tend
your garden
while you
slept, and
play
like a
child with
your tangled

angel hair.

I would hum you
a melody in
your ears.
and keep your fears
at bay...

I would sit
and watch
you sleep.

In hope that
in the morning
when you
awake.

we would be

everything.

Morning shines

to illuminate

your body,

the quiver of

your *****

as I move

my hands

between

your open

legs.


the begging

of your breath

as you anticipate

my every

move.


the arching

of your back

as your body

reaches

up to fine

it's heavenly

union with

mine..


and the full wet

kisses always

the full wet

kisses,


that bring

me home to

you again.

and beautiful
lies within
you,

there
inside
your eyes.

and a
million
thoughts
and dreams
of mine
come true.

held still
inside
your
heart.

and romance

is your
touch,

and passion

the tear
that bleeds,

down
across
your
rose
pedal
lips.

at midnight

when lovers
love.

and destiny
becomes
fate.

and time
leaves

us here

together.

where are
shadows are
one,

and God
cries in joy
to know
that in
this life
that we
are  finally
here.

In the
corner
of your
fairy
tale
life.

your
beauty
holds
fast ,

like a
falling
star
forever
leaving
it's
fire light
into
the black.


I see
you.

walking
across
your
bedroom
floor,

with the
shards
of broken
hearts
cutting
through
your feet.

and I
know
you have
been
the final
dream
to many.

and the
last
breath
of a
few.

and all
I can
do is
applaud
your
appetite
for love.

and deep
kisses.

that mean
everything.

for waking
in the
middle of
the night.

to celebrate
the fourth
of July,

every night
in your
bed.

and now
I sit
here
encompassed
by you.

like a
child held

forever in

your spell.

such are
the last
dreams

of men.

Often
we fall.
in the
sunrise
of a
moment.

free
souls.

out of
the back
drop
of a
tangerine
sky.

hearts
beating
loud,

last breaths
held dear.

and it
is not
just
pretty
words
to say.

that under
these
mellow
honey dew
evening
lights,

that my
thoughts
of you
are always
sprinkled
with salt
and pepper
clouds

to dream
upon.

and that
your
foot prints,

in the
thoughts
in my
head
always ,

fit so
easily
into
mine.

when
we ask
nothing..

want
nothing

like soil
to seeds.

breath
to life.

water
to rivers.

we move

to one
another.

tonight.

So easy
to slip
in and
out of
thought
with you,

like clouds
playing
peek a boo
with the
sun on
a high
sky
timeless
day.

sitting
here
testing
my fortune
every time
you come
into my
view.

you are
now in
me in so
many
places
that
I call
home.

and you
are always
welcomed
here.

like a
surprise
I knew
nothing
about.

a kiss
I never
saw
coming.

you are
a fortune
found

a seed
in my
blood.

a laugh
that makes
me unexpectedly
see myself

in you.

And I

would not

let any

black thought

ever find you,



I would tend

to your dreams

like a



sheppard his

flock as

you sleep.



and calm

your whispers

and kindle

your dreams

of joy and youth.



doubt and despair

will not

find you,



for as you

sleep I

am there

for you to

trust and

lean upon,



our roots

run deep.

no wind

would ever

bend my

diligence and

thought of you.



and my

care for

your dreams

are beyond

the moon

and back again.



till morning finds

you awakening,



and my dreams

begin a

thousand miles

away.

You run

out the

torn front

screen door,

like a

runaway

child

begging

for the

cover of

the blackest

night,


hoping to

find a

second

do over

chance at

losing your

Sacramento

virginity,


Dorothy

without

toto.


it is one

hell of

a lonely

place.


you need

the time

to catch

your breath,


from the

back room

games

that leave

you scared

and naked

under heaven's

light.


no one

keeping score,


we were just

sixteen years

old caught

somewhere

in the

middle,


of being

one step

older than

we thought

we really

were.


that delinquent

adolescent

place,

where we

will never

talk

about

each other

again.


that in

the middle

place.


with a

canyon

of broken

falling stars

on the

one side,


and empty

pockets of

shattered

dreams

on the


other.

Muse
to me
you are.

your lips
opened
for my
surrender.

calico
cat
moves
as you
slip
across
the bed.


and for
all the
dreams
in life
that
never
come true.

they are
stars
that fall
hard.

then bleed
out into
the night.

footprints
that we
leave
on each
other's
heart.

whispers
that we
strain
to hear
in the
the night.

spoken
to one
another,

and felt
deep
with all
of our
might.

and as
I turn
to look
at you
I am
certain.

we were
born
for this,

and this
moment.

and everything
it means.

and your
eyes
cover
me
warm.

with the
timelessness
and the

dreams
of lover's
reaching.

for one
another
in the
night.

not needing
more than
this single
star.

to dream
upon.

This moment

your dreams
come true,

I can tell
by how
you are.

blessed
by spirit
and God's
hands
upon you.

and moments
of you
have fallen
to me,

and I
cherish
them.

and keep
them safe
and warm,

perhaps it
was a
smile one
day or
the wording

of one of

your poems

the next.


they are
the footprints
that you
have left
upon me.

and I
have changed,

I appreciate
you more,

and I am
better for
these
moments

and in
my dream
I hope
you feel

the same.

And around
the world
my thoughts
come to
you again.


tripping like
water over a
Brooke,


a child
catching himself
rise and fall on
his first
bicycle,


a heart
feeling
the weight
of it's
first crush.


so I sit
and listen
and breathe
deeply and
suddenly
you are
here,


and suddenly
I am
so much
more than

just the

moment that

was before.

In the
corner
of your
fairy
tale
life.

your
beauty
holds
fast ,

like a
falling
star
forever
leaving
it's
firelight
into
the black.


I see
you.

walking
across
your
bedroom
floor,

with the
shards
of broken
hearts
cutting
through
your feet.

and I
know
you have
been
the final
dream
to many.

and the
last
breath
of a
few.

and all
I can
do is
applaud
your
appetite
for love.

and deep
kisses.

that mean
everything.

for waking
in the
middle of
the night.

to celebrate
the fourth
of July,

every night
in your
bed.

and now
I sit
here
encompassed
by you.

like a
child held

forever in

your spell.

such are
the last
dreams,

and sometimes
the last
prayers

of men.

Sometimes
her eyes
are filled
with cemetery
trees,


and roses
with no
buds.


or color
just emptiness
bleeding
into white.

and then
she lies
on her
back
waiting,

for the
next
dream
to take
her home.

but not
the home
of you
and I.

sometimes
she hides
in dark
places.

and shallow
cries and
runaway
tears.

and lover's
arms that
cling
too tight
and grasp
so hard.

that the
life
is taken
out of
her.

but she
never
gives
up the
fight.

and she
gives them
even less.

and God
never
leaves
her eyes.

and love
never leaves
it"s mark.

in the dark
places that
sometimes

she goes

to hide

Lay your

sighs

down in

a bed of

kisses

ever after.



the travels of

sorrow and woo

are over.



and there

is a warmth

between us

that the sun

does not

define.



it is the

beating of

our hearts

always trying

to be close,



undisturbed

with one

another.



the runaway of

distant stars

seeking

that one

tangent

of us.



right there

between our

eyes



God's grace.



here to

eternity

and back



again.

once again,

in my
hands just
out
of grasp,

my heart

tangled in
the dry
weeds of
deceit just
below my
feet.

I stumble
bleeding
from  this
experience
of loving
you.

but you
will never
tend my
wounds

to heal.

or give false
witness to
my scars

to rectify.

should of
worn blinders
to shield
me,

from false
hopes,

or falling
into the pit
of being
alone
again,

without
promise
insight.

this cantaloupe
moon sighs
over me.

and once
again
I still think
of you

and what
was lost

that should
of been

found.

We are

the colors

of the sky,


the texture

of honesty

and trust,


and the

bleeding

of our

hearts

to one

another,


are the

arching

rainbows

that fill

the sky.


we walk

in spirit

dreams

across a thousand

miles of sea

never to

be awaken,


across the

thousand

bridges

of life

never to

pretend.


and we

swim in

the seas

chasing are

dreams to

one another

effortlessly,


much like

a mother

breast

feeding

her new

born babe.


and my

dreams for

you are

deep and

full.and

quench my

thirst,


as the

rainbows

bend and

leap into

your eyes...


for only

me to

wander

and pray

upon...


and nourish me

until all time


runs dry.

In this

corner

now

where

I have

put myself

away

from you.



I peel

away the

old tried

skins

of my

melancholy

words,



that

once

gave me

tenderness

and daily

salvation.



it seems that

it has been

this way

for so

long it

is almost

all that

I can

remember.



it was

the revealing

of my

soul

to your

light.



that now

suddenly

all of

the shadows

of not

knowing

you

are now

all  hidden

away.



only to

leave me

to you

in plain

sight



naked

and trembling

before your

angel

eyes,



and though

different

places

in life

we are now.



I still

wish for

you this.



the journey of

a love

of a

lifetime.



the depth

and emotion

of deep

kisses

that never

end.



the letting

go to

someone

else

without

hesitation.



the answering

to stars.



in a

midnights

summer's

sweat...



"I love you.



and for

you to

embrace

the words

from your

lips..



yes "I

love you

too.

This moment,


Heaven all

around

your eyes

in quiet

still of a

midnight sky.


clouds running

the horizon line

my thoughts

fall to you

like rain drops

seeking earth.
to nourish

and bless

your soul.


and what is

to become

of all

your angel

smiles,


as starlight

covers this

universal sky.


you the giver

of life to

everything

around you,


your laughter

the sound

of angel's sighs.


and at

the morning break

do not ever

think that

you are

alone or

not on

my mind,


to wish

you well and

to give

you prayers

of the morning

when you

first awake,


of love of

peace of

dreams

of yours

that will forever

come true.


with grace

in silent

night.


I pray.


one day

I might

find you


there.

There is a

sun patch

over your

shoulder just

backside

over that

hill,



a gift

from a

angel perhaps

to celebrate

and drink

full of

this moment.



let's sit

and daydream

for a while

and laugh at

odd stories,



and talk

about bad

poets and

sad poems

that we have

both written

a few,



let's take

a moment

to breathe in

each others

glory,



and laugh

and play

like children

often do.



tag your it!



and it

sets

your golden

fleece hair

dancing upon

the wind,



like a wildfire

out of control.



like a

force of

nature without

measure.



and your

laughter

is a

gentle

respite my

soul to

enjoy and

dream about.



on this

Tuesday morning

on a hill



with your

glorious

smile,



and jelly bean

eyes of



perfect blue...

And in

between

your thoughts of

shadow and

light,



and between

your breathing

of sighs

and whispers,



seek me

there.

let me in

to  your quiet

moments

of hope

and despair.



wrap them

around me,



let the

universe

sing and

dance.



and in

your eyes

allow  me

to see

the million

stars that

make them

shine,



like nothing

that I

have ever

seen.



and hold

your  body

still,



so I might

feel your heart

beating against

mine,



like great

oceans

to shore,



tides in

tides out,



but always to

return to

this place

again



with you.

let pour
the crystal
water fall
over me.

let it
reign
in my
soul, and
nurture
me
by it's
touch.

this day dream
of you
that I have.

let your
kisses
of karma
upon my neck
excite you.

and send
you a ******
child.
to the places
still
undiscovered
in your
heart.

and let the

waterfall
cleanse
us,

to dream of
what may
come.



and love

till the

stars

come

home.

know.

this.



I have

the same

dreams,



I feel

the same

change

of seasons

and need

for restless

walks..



I hunger

for the

same

desires

and union

of souls.



and I

will find

you .



in the

wind

touching

my face,



in ancient

spirit

calls..



in diamond

speckled

skies

at night.



know this.



from

this moment

on I  will

hold

closer

still



the sunrise

when I

first awake.



and sigh....

for you.

(for a friend  who is slowly passing from a rare brain disease )


it is late,

the  moon hangs

over you like a

broken love

sentence

from another

fallen

relationship.



and what is to

become

of you,

and stirred

heartbeats,

that make

me think

that you

and I have

have shared

many

moments

like these

before.



and so I

will write

to you.

my muse

for a time,



and you

perhaps

will simply

half smile at

me in return.



and that

my friend

will

make all

the difference

in the world...

I can
remember
everything
about the
last time
I witnessed
your smile.

and if
you could
see how
beautiful
the memory
is,

you would
realize
like me
that there
is never
a "was"
to a
moment
spent
with you.

it lingers
and sings
to me,

to reveal
all of
it's secrets,

and though
I might
meet it
now with
empty
pockets
of fate.

your face
is something
I always
carry with
me,

in deep
breaths
and tender
offerings,

in  true
definition
of what

a woman
can do
to your

soul.

Let the
Kraken
come
to pull
me down,

deep
into your
eyes.

to drown
and never
let my
body
go.

to wander
unsaved
through
heaven's
gate.


or the
forgiveness
of a
single
kiss.


bury
me cold
in the
corners
of your
smile.

and let the
halls
of time
echo
with your
voice
and laughter.

in all that
you did
to me.

and all
that
I thought
you
might.

I am
the fool
for
knowing
you.

for walking
one
step,

with your
hand in
mine.

to nowhere
places.

where
you throw
away.

things
no longer
needed.

or people
that
no longer
amuse
you.

to that
place

that in
the deep
slumber
of time.

that I will
come to
know

far too

well.

this time,

like old

clothing

that no

longer

fits.

or a

last breath

from a

martyrs

mouth.

there is

love for

you.

encouragement

of saints.

and you

have made

a difference

in me,


like a hot

desert wind

to the

sandstone

in a

canyon's

calico

wall.

over time

under you.


and I am

the better

for it.

and you

called me

to look

at myself.


you made

me stand up

naked

unafraid.

and you

loved me.

without

doubt.


bathed in

the tears of

our joy.

and in

a moment's

christening

God gave

me

you.

You hold

things deep,



Your whispers

are like

the wind

across a

daisy white

topped meadow.



and things of

darkness do

not find

you for

long.



your heart

is too

bright,



your loves

too deep.



and life

is a rainbow

between us

with each

of us

trying to

bridge the

other side.



and nothing

will ever

stop

my wondering

of you,



like a

child amazed

by his

reflection

in a pond.



because I

know we were

meant to

be a part

of our

poet thoughts

and dreams

to one another,



that of which

I am certain.



as the

moon follows

the sun

and then

the sun follows

the moon.



such are

we in

this poet

night.

There is
a prelude
to your
smile,

and my
thoughts
some days
bask
there,

like a
jungle
cat
in shade
on a
steamy
hot jungle
afternoon.

and I
drift in
and out
of dreams,

like a
boat
arching
above
and below
the crests
of each
approaching
ocean wave.

not caring
of height
or depth
or direction
or wind,

but only
that I
am with
you for
this moment
sharing
this space
in time,

and dancing
with you
in God's
full view.

and suddenly
at midnight

my time

I imagine

you waking
far across the

Atlantic ocean,

sleep blossoms

still in your eyes,


and suddenly I

see your smile,



and suddenly

this moment

becomes
the best
dream

of all.