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.

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.

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...

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

It is 1030 a.m.
on a
a March
monday
morning

the magic
of your
eyes fall
over me,

and as
I look at
you,

in each
heartbeat
there is
a falling
off from
one to
the next.

deep drops
of anticipation
and great
urgency
to catch
my next
breath.

you are
a wonder
to all
that are
around
you.

a  song that
when once
heard
no one
can ever
get out
of their
head.

nor would
they ever
want to.

I learned
that lesson
long ago.

the sun will
follow the
moon and
then the
moon surrender
it's sky
again .

for millions
of years it
has been
adorn by
the stars
this way.

like you.
and your
timeless
beauty

it is
my only
explanation.

of you
that I

believe.

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.

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.

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.

we lie
deep
in love's
past illusions,

in speckled
darkness.

a greed
of loves
hunger
drives us.

under a
cantaloupe
slice moon
delicious.

my hollowed
self shimmers
in your
reflection.

I cannot
hide from
you.

though light
beckons us,

over the
horizon,

we will have
none of it.

we slumber
in the
belly
of the
darkness
that engulfs
us

unwilling
to move
or be
stirred by
the morning
light,

a abandoned
tea ***
blows
off key
in the next
room.

it will
have none
of this
morning
either.

and as I
lie in your
arms
and you
in mine.

life is

simple..


we pretend
forever

away.

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.

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.

In thought

of 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.

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.

we had

a training wheel

love affair.


never quite

certain of
the balance of

our relationship

or feelings.


we were

a little too

tuff, we were

a little to

Evil kienevil

in love.


everything

had a first love

grace about

it.

love's blinders

were taken off.


and for awhile

we ran

like wild horses

in each other's

hearts.


we could barely

catch our

breath.


and then

it happened.

we became

things that

you never play

with again.


I fell,

you fell.

and there was

nobody there

to stop our

fall. and


then at fourteen

years old I learned

unfortunately,


things you never

play with again.


can sometimes
be people...

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.

Tonight,

surrender
your head
on my

pirate belly,

and

let me
taste and
grow drunk

on your
mouths cheap

lipstick
of desire.

and let me

bleed

dry at the

mercy of
your talons

and deep
caress.

remind me
of my cast

when I was
a child.

when  my
skin
was new,

and my
thoughts
were
pure.

harbor
my soul
still.

give it
rest
and
refuge

from it's

weary
wonderings.

then
bury me
deep,

in your
eyes of
golden
hue.


and tanned

***** of

virtue long

forgotten.


and I

will be this

moment for

you

of all you

can imagine,


and you will

be my lover

but not ever


to abandon me

again.

We dance

around it

like awkward

3 legged

chickens.


surrender,


before the

world strips

away any

hope our

hearts might

have left.


I'm' in

your wish

closet now,


you put

me there

all for

yourself,


and I

willingly

closed the

door behind

us.


no questions

that way ,

only promises

to us,


and on

the edge

of your

town

you will

dream  to me

by yourself.


in your

beautiful

disguise,


in the

words that

you write,


lost the

watch that

he gave you

years ago

on your

left wrist,


it just didn't

tell time

like it used

too it

just didn't

fit anymore.


and I look

in your eyes,

and I see

you,


not like

he does.


he did once

but that

was a long

time ago.


when time

stood still

every time he

looked at you,


and these

brick roads

suddenly came

alive,


your here

now with me

and let's

let nature

take it's

course.


your secrets

give them

room

to breathe,


so when You

look at me

you will know


your closet

wishes are

safe with

me.


without fear

without hesitation


and to

ignore them

our love would

surely die.

The taste

of goodbye

on her

la la

lips,


hot breath

as she

opens

her mouth

for the

last time


just for

me.


her kid

playing like

an orphan

child neglected

in the next

room.

her mother

and I

lying naked

across her

bed

exhausted

on this

sunday

afternoon.

radio:s

on in

the next

room,


no song

that rings

a bell

or stirs

a particular

memory.


just this

infectious

moment

in her

siren

eyes,


and the

deepest

thought

knowing

that I

shall

never

feel this

way again.


and a

caption

above

our heads

that we

may both

live to

regret

this passing

sorrow.

I the

compass

now broken,

her the

shape in

the clouds

that you

think you

see something

for a

moment,


and then

in the

next moment

it is

forever

gone.

I take
her hand
trembling.

tide 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
reaching for
the new
mornings
light.

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.

but it
is time,

to begin
her new

life without
him.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

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.

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 the rain
falls around
me sharp
shards
of pinhead
needles,

piercing
through
the skin

on the back

of my neck,

cutting
across my
expressionless
face.

and the
sky
shakes
of thunder

and the
flashes
of lightning
illuminate
my soul.

and I walk
but
I care
not where.

and I
sing.

but only
to you.

and for
us.

and I
dance

under this
midnight
canopy
sky of
black.

missing you.

and I
laugh,

hoping
somewhere
you might
hear
me.

hoping
somewhere

here
that I
might
hear
you

laugh
in return.

but this
night
closes
tight
around  me,

like a vice
that
keeps
me humble
in my
place.

of walking
this sky

knowing
certain
that somehow
in these
clouds
of mist
that you
lie in

anticipation
above me.

I walk.
in hope
that I
might
find.

you.

and I
whisper to
the night.

in deepest
faith that

you are not

a dream.

you must
be true.

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.

The storm

tires into

the blackest

night ,



like a child

held up

way past

his evening's

hour,



And the

window pane

catches  the

lost souls

of fallen

raindrops

upon it's

slippery face,



the nomad

existence of

wayward

dreams,



hoping

to find the

bounty of

your smile,



the tenderest

of moments

in your

eyes,



and the

quiet place

within your

arms

safe and

nurturing

light.



endless thoughts

given and taken

sonnets of

hopes and

amazement

found here

in your eyes.



and the

questions answered

by the

who you

are what

you share

and what you

willingly give.



you a traveler

of hearts

me the

gentle

soul on

the window

paine who

reaches

for you.



and nothing

in this

moment

could ever

be more

when the



two drops

of rain

become one,



and the

Heavens

above kiss

us with

with evening

grace.

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.

And the
birth of the
morning in
your eyes,

and the
still of
our heart
beats
timing into
one.

love has
left
you,
to find
you again.

it is
no longer
then
it is only
now.

like broken
sheets
of snow
upon a
river,

remembering not
the harshness
of the
frozen cold

or stagnant

winter,

or the
falling
of gentle
rain
upon your
face that
remembers
not the
death of
broken
dreams

everything
is new.

and the
love you
give is
his universe
and the
pillow
you rest
your head
upon will
be his
dreams,

and you
will wear
one another
like pieces
of God's
tailored
clothing.

and to
anyone
else it
would not
fit.

it would
not give
warmth.

but only
the fleeting
glimpse of
what love

was meant
to be.

I breathe you in,


the tilt

of your

head in

the evening's

diamond  light,


the rays

of the moon

swimming

through your

tangled golden

hair,


here is

the only

place that

I was ever

destined

to be,


like snow

on a mountain

never one

without

the other.


and I

listen to

the beating

of your

heart,


as it echoes

inside me

with the

vibration

of a

nomad's

sand dollar

drum,


and it

carries me

to no place

that I have ever

been before.


all in

a moment

with you,


and deep

kisses


the kind

that take

our breath

away..

All in
broken
*******
pieces,
that no
longer
nourish you,


last moments
last touch,
smell of
passion still
on your
breath,
heartbeats
unbridled
still submerged
just beneath
your skin.


your favorite

drink

half full

now resting
like a

tired foreign
legion soldier

standing guard
on someone else's
bedroom window.

.
and you try

to sleep
save for
the colliding
of stars over
your angel
head.


and the faint
sound of
footsteps
disappearing
down your
front porch

walk. and
what is
to become
of the crumbs
of you
that are left,


the oblivion
of time
that is
here the
silence of
your wounds
that bleed

out in the
night unanswered.

morning thoughts

and the
thought of
you that
catches
my breath
during the
day and
the deep
swallow,


whenever
your name
passes
my lips.


are all
held dear
to me
as sun rises
and sunsets,
and the
twilight
glimmer
between
the two.


moments
held dear
to my
heart are
you.

The gentle
turn of
your smile.

a gift
of heart.

your chest
rises
and falls.

moods
of siren
yearnings
fill the
room.

situation
adorable.

a poet's
words
dangled
out of
place.

the
sweet
smell
of you.

the magic
of the
air as
you walk
through
my dreams.

touching
here
laughing
there,

like
a arc
angel
in flight.

wings to
carry
me away.

far from
view.

to the
places
where
all good
things
go.

to shed
their
lies
and reveal
themselves.

on God's
cutting
floor.

where the
two
becomes
one.

and the
one,
is
never
two

again.

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.

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

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..

It is
the moment
of not
quite rain
that the
rain falls

inside
your
eyes.

the moments
you breathe
deep
and struggle
with each
heart
beat.

that somehow
I am
feeling
that exact
moment
too.

and though
the mother
load
eludes
you.

and blind

in faith you

hide your heart.


we will

someday
stumble
and fall
together.

and brighter
days.

will be
there to
fill your
eyes.

like the
moment
you first
saw
your child
born.

the moment
forever
came
into your
heart.

my friend.

love will
run
to you

again.



but it will

not be clothed

as a

wolf waiting

to devour you.



or a raging

fire hoping

to consume

you.



love will find

your underside,

and gently slip

its way

into your heart.



it will

be like breathing

air for the

first time.

it will

be open and

honest,



not a bandit

or a beggar

but a light

to show you

the way.

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 bodies

and 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....

that you

are well...

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.

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.

(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...