The moment
that I
risked this
runaway
feeling  
in your
eyes,

was the
moment that
I knew
I could
never go
home
again.

flower pulled
from the
darkened
ground,

naked
and afraid
lying across
your
heart.

more question
than destiny,

lover gone
bad.

falling star
burning my
eyes
into white,

and now
you don't
even think of
me anymore.

and I am
so much less
the man
for it.

and my
soul just
at the
thought of
you

bleeds out
all over
again.

to the
still
of this
night.

alone.

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.

I saw
a man die
this morning,
it was
real
it was
hard,


right
between
my eyes.

a heart attack
struck
him down.

and no matter
how righteous
the fight
they could not
save him.

it happened
right outside
my restaurant
table window,

between my
morning coffee
and the local
newspaper"s
Monday morning
adds.

and while
it all
went on
the wife
stood
in silence
outside the
paramedic
truck"s
back door
steps whispering

to herself.

looking inside
as her
husband
passed
from this
place to
the next.

and a few
minutes later
as she
drove in

her big
black Buick
in solitude
away,

she had
a dazed
look
on her
face,

as if she
was worrying
about
what she
was going

to make for

dinner tonight,


for the

first time

alone.

The shades
by your
bedroom
windows
blow
in rhythm
to the
early
morning
sky.

and the
anticipation
of the
moment
when
you first
awake,

comes to
me like
a siren
dream.

and it
may just
be a
Monday
morning
to the
rest of
the world
but not
to us.

this moment
is everything.

and the
true
beauty
of the
day.

is the
moment
you first
awake.

and i
look over
to you
and witness
the sun's
first coming
into your
eyes.

and I
feel

warmth.

and my
coffee
lies
cold

upon
our kitchen
table.

till noon.

Many a
late gypsy
night.

struggling
to get
yourself
free,

from back
door conversations,

in stolen
moments

where
your soul
carries
half the
weight.


and you can
feel it.

in everything
you do.

everything
you touch

isn't you.

you lie
with tears
dried
on early
morning
pillows.

and no one
by your side.

and love
cannot
find you
there.

and your Disney
princess
dreams,

shake and

then fall

from your
eyes.

it is another
life you
live there

"the other
woman"

you have
become..

and still
souls cry for
you here.

and still
open arms wait
.for you,


but your still

stuck on

being the

next Mary Poppins

in his life,


but quite

honestly


I don't

even think

you know

how to sing.

Our prayers
answered
in your
heavenly
bed.

quenched
thirst

from a
midnight
passioned
kiss.

my hand
resting
on the
small
of your
angel
back.

time
keeper
moments,

that
define
us.

moments
­that we
navigate
upon,

like
stars
of the
constellations
above
our head.

no boundaries
there
in your
siren
smile.

only
contentment
as you
rise
your
eyes
to mine.

in the
mist
of fallen
dreams,

amongst
the rumble
of broken
hopes.

you will
always
find
a moment
to tenderness

here.

waiting
for you

in my
eyes.

I run
home
like
an old
Wimbley
pegged
toy
to be
with you,

and at
the end
of any
day,

a nibble
of your
neck.

a deep
swim
in your.

fortune
teller
eyes.

and
everyday

I dance
and renew
my spirit
in your
peek a boo
smile,

and everybody
knows.

I can't
deny
it.

how much
I love
you.

you are
all the
water
colors
of my
dreams.

and with
every
beating
of my
heart.

my love
flows
within

you.

giving
life
giving
meaning.

to every
moment
that
I live

and breathe

I breathe

you...

to be
with you,

means
the light
of my
eyes
will never
leave,

for to be
without you,

surely
my eyes
would grow
old
dim,

and to love
you as
I do ,

down and
through
the marrow
of my
bones,

brings me
a completeness
I have
never
known.

it is the
order
of stars
and sky
that blanket
this night
that I
hold you,

it is
the certainty
of husband
and wife
that I
love  you.

the whispers
of my
soul
tells
me it
is so,

that in
this time
under
this open
sky

our
destinys
collide
to become
only one.

and God
smiles
upon us

as only
he can.

when all
is well
and done,

and we
make
our final
journey
to him

together
unafraid,

loves
children
in his

eyes..

Your kisses

I feel

in my

bones.


The juice

of your

mouth

quenches

my thirst

of you

as I

run my

tongue

deep into

your

open

mouth.


then quick

flicks

of your

tongue

melt upon

my neck

as you run

your body

naked over me.


and in

a moment's

eye,

I realize

I have never

been kissed

before.


not like

this.


naked

with you.


on this

Saturday

afternoon.


no limits

no pretending

to be

afraid.


only truth

and the rhythm

of your

body on

me,


and the

gentle

whispers

of our

open

hearts

as one.

We move
to our early
morning
lullaby

of the
moon
surrendering
itself
down
to rest.

whispers
between us
shared,

with no
one else.

cats at
our feet
making
pillows of
our toes.

Sumatran
coffee
brewing
unattended
in the next
room.

and all
I can do
is look at
you in
amazement
while
you
sleep.

and guard
your dreams
from broken
places.

time at
this moment

at this
heartbeat

at this
breath

in the

sum of

all things

I dream.


is you.

You would always

sit in your

baby carrier

with an odd

little tilt

of your

head,



and I would sit

across from you

and tilt my head

in return,



and even

though you

were a baby

you would

laugh and I

swear you

would get

our little

inside joke.



and as you

grew the

neck tilt

would stop

but I would

look for it

over and over

again,



but as you

grew older,

your sense of

humor grew

and it wouldn't

be long

until you were

the center of

everyone's

attention.



and your

laughter would

pour over us

and your words

would be

funny and kind,,



and I knew

you had the gift

of laughter

from my father,



and though

he passed

many years before

you were

born,



i can still

hear him

in your voice

in your laughter

I see him

in your eyes

at night.



they light up

a room they

light me and

your mother's

heart,



to know

that the

memory of

your little head



would be

forever tilted

in our

hearts to

hold.

you lie
your shadow
over me,

in these
thoughts
that  I
chase
to catch
in the
day.

a smile
here
a laugh
there
perhaps.

catching
a glimpse
of you
inside
your
office
window
pane.

and what
is to
become
of these
day dreams
as they
wander,

like puppies
unleashed
on a
summer's
beach.

reasons
without
purpose,

spontaneous
actions
w­ithout
cause,

love
without
conditions,

only the
thought
of you
in mind.

like the
exact
moment
we enter
into
this world,

or the
exact
moment
God's
chooses
us to
leave it.

each is
equally
my thoughts

of you

tonight.

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.

in ancient
spirit
calls..

in diamond
speckled
skies
at night.

know this.

from
this moment
on I  will
hold
closer
still in

the sunrise
when I
first awake.

and sigh....

Yet again

lost pieces
of her
fairytale
forever,

are now
torn,

thrown
carelessly

like barren
dead seeds

across
the shedding
floor.

love letters
from far
off places.

that won't
be writing
back.

lies shared
in midnight
passion,

between
hot bodies
forged in

a lover's
fire.

now lie

expired.

her existence

with him defined
by love
bought with

grocery
greenback
trading
stamps,

in a

hick
Indiana
general
store in

the middle

of her town.

but what
is bought
in a cheap  
moment,

will not
last the
next.

love bartered.
her soul

pulled
from the
root.

cut and
dry.

to wither
and die.

but the
crows
smile,

their
bellies
full.



Cinderella

will never

be heard

from again.

Through the
years
you have
become more
important
than air
itself.

the days
of my life
I give
to you.

the moments
in our lives
are only
for each other.

and the
children in
our bed
are our
first glimpses
of heaven.

and the
empty pockets
of our
days are
weary to
our lives,

but not
our hearts
or eternity.

we are not
of this
place,

but you
are of
me,

and I
am of
you,

and for
that I
am truly
grateful.

no surprizes
in this
tequila
water
colored
morning,

when the
sun reaches
your eyes,

you are
even more
beautiful
than I
remember
from the
night.

excuse me
if I
trip over
the moment
for awhile,

and just
enjoy you
lying
still.

like a
angel
sleeping

wings
held
closed.

my destiny
in your

eyes.

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.

you and
your peek a boo
smile,

and your
diamond
eyes that
flash lightning
strikes
in the
night.

speak my
poems
back to
me,

these
words of
sunlight
and shadows.

tell me
all these
things
that I
see in
you,

that are
the definition
of destiny
and
happiness
to me.

throw
away the
darkness,

let the
minutes
and hours
of the
day
melt over
me.

as I sit
here and
write to
you.

with these
words.

that only
you could
give a
home

tonight.

Seeing your
eyes
breaking
dawn
as they
first awake,

reaching
to pull
your body
close
to mine,

the peeling
back of
emotion
upon our
lips,

the exhilaration
of my
tongue
dancing
with yours.

never missing
step always
yearning
for more.

losing my
hands deep
in your
angel
hair,

smelling
your scent
on me

like a warm

summer's rain.

love is
an angel
with full
wings
spread

faith
is it's
journey
that takes
our hearts

and destiny.

and love is

the seed
I give
you deep

this morning.

Into

our eyes

the abyss

of true

lovers,


the still

breathing

of quiet

hearts,


that offer

to one

another

true

sacrifice.


it is a

shadow

dream

poem.


an ultimate

letting

go of

tormented

moments

of our

past,


the giving

of everything

to a

idea that

needs

no explanation.


not to

each other.


we are

the cycles

of suns

and moons.

the birth and
death of
hearts,


the undoing

of all

that was

done before.


and my

soul goes

out to you

with each

moments

passing.


that you

will have

it close

to you,


and be

one with

it for all

the moments

of time.


and in that


my journey

will always find


true purpose

and fire.

(2/4/13)

my thoughts
of you
cover me
like a
deep dream
that I
never
want
to leave

or awake
from.

the lingering
memory
of the
taste
of your
lips on
mine,

is like
the first
drops
of rain
upon
a meadow,

and my
thirst
for you
is great.

and my
calling
to your
soul
is true.

and with
each
day's
end

I pray
for one
more
moment
with you.

where the
sun is
brighter
the yearning
for love
is greater,

and the
ache
of my
body
against
yours

is felt
with every
breath that
I take,

and to
know this

this one
moment
with you

is everything.....

under a
half sun
baked
california
afternoon,

papers
piling up
against
my front
door,

and then

you dance
into my
fairy tale
paper cutter
life,

in and
out
of view,

cinderella
shoe less
in the
most
uncertain
of times,

come lay
your
head on
my shoulder
and recover
each other's
souls in
our eyes,

and then
we will
throw
rocks
at the
moon,

and then
let it's
million
pieces
of cheese
fall at
our feet.

even in
this day.

enough
of the
night.

we can
stay here
forever,

or for
about
a week.

And your
bare breasted
arc is
a God's
reflection.

held captive
upon your
bedroom
mirror.

and deep
inside
your *******
I harbor

my love's
content.

beyond all
measure that
I have
ever known.

and as
I turn to
take your
hand,

we blend
towards
the morning
light.

and I

could
not

love you

more.

nor feel

this passion

more,

than at

this one moment

with your

soul

naked to

my  eyes.

I would
watch
you sleep
deep
in tall
cinnamon
grass,

on a
hill till
the moon
falls under
your spell

as I have.

in this
mystical
place of
no time
or reason.

just
pockets
of dreams
through
out my
day.

and today
we hugged.

and did
you notice
we were
a perfect
circumstance.

like stars
to sky,

we were
tangents
to each other's
hearts,

waves
to sea.

and for
a moment
today

everything
was

us.

where do
your quiet
thoughts
go?

and how
can I
meet
them
there.

and curl
around
them and
dream
through
the night.

as old
friends,

that hide
nothing
and give

everything.

and turn
to one
another
for truth
and innocence.

and lean
against
each other
with trust
and promise.

where do
your wild
thoughts
go?

and if
we could
meet

would you
sing and
dance

with me

a awhile.

Deep kisses.

and opened
wounds
to lick
and heal.

ghosts
of lesser
things.

lost and
found
in the
night.

cold bedroom
blankets.

no lover's
toes
to tangle
with and
dance,

no imagination
left to
paint the
watercolor
dreams
of your
youth.

and fear
shows
it's pinioned
yellow
teeth.

and it's
loneliness
bursts
through
you with
all its
might.

and love
is now
a fallen
fruit
rotting
from
the vine

for the

blackbirds

to pick at

and carry on.

and your
whispers
are pledges
of hope

etched in

blood
to the
night..

and I
pray
that God
will
hear you.

and that

the time
is coming
soon.

as the sun

watches you

on this hill

as you
sit.

looking for
faith at
2 o" clock
in the
afternoon.

both eyes
opened
wide.

rogue
smiles,

tender
lollypop

kisses
shared,

tell
our full
measure.

fingers
entwined
as we
sleep.

I reach
to pull
you close.

the moonlight
caresses

our entangled
silhouettes,


and again
like a
miracle,


it is
true,

I witness
it.

this
diamond
studded
sky has
lost
it's

universal
presence.


for it
pales in
comparison

to the
moments

you lie
over me.

and all I
see
is the

canopy
of you.

Last night
my thoughts
of you were
playing peek a boo
behind the
moon,

driving up 101
my brakes
to stop
me from
feeling this
way,

a million
light years
from my
heart.

and this
morning
I saw you
at work at
9;02 A.M.,

and if
I could
I would
go to that
place everyday
for the rest
of my life.

my fortunes
have fallen now
to you..

and I am
the fruit
upon your
vine.

and while
this night
baths
me in
it's light

I pray this
forever moment
of you

never ends.

Somewhere

in this

ancient

night.
,

your spirit

sleeps

deep.


and all

the essence

that is

you.

entwines

and breathes

and moves

in everything

that is

around

you.

it is a

shadow

dance

you do,


that binds

you engrains

you in

everything

that you

are. and

in everyone
who is
around you.


and from

now on

every day

I feel

its energy,


breathe

it's scent,


it intoxicates

me to dream

of you.


in life's

slumber

moments,


it inspires me

to give you

peace and hope

and love at any

moment,


that you feel

that there

is none.


without words

without asking.

unconditionally..


we are

fountains

to one

another"s

thirst....


that we

must

drink.


to replenish

ourselves

from time

to time

in our

struggle

through

life.

where I am

always

here

for you.


to drink your

fill,

and dream
under the

million

clouds and
stars

that are
in my

sky for you.

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
baggage

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 out
skirts
of our
lives.

In a
moment
in your
eyes
you
stole my
breath
away,

and for
that moment
I was
a kite
untethered
in your
******
wind.

and all
my trust
was in
you ,

and all
that I had
ever known
before fell
to my
feet like
rain drops
from the
sky.

and my
heart
was for
the taking,

and my
soul was
for the
asking.

and the
spaces
around
your eyes
were pearl
white
and the color
of your
tongue
was a
cherry red.

and in the
eternity
of this
moment.

I was
blind
but i
could see

only you.

clearer
than I
ever had
before.

You were

7 or 8 years old

and all

that could

be heard

throughout the

house was

dinosaurs

dinosaurs

dinosaurs!


not just any dinosaur

we had to go

twice a month down

to the San Diego

Natural history museum

for a $40.00 Carnegie

collection dinosaur.


to say in those

days that that

put a dent in

my beer

budget and

golf money is

an understatement,


but each month

just like the moon

following the sun

they came.


I might not of

been as tipsy

in those days

as before,


and my buddies

often left for golf

without me,


but I would not

of changed a

thing.


to be intoxicated by

the joy on your

face with

each new dinosaur

we bought,


to hear you struggle to

say each new

dinosaurs name

over and over again

until you

got it right,


these moments

with you

became the

bearings of

my life.


and even now

you at 34 years old

we still talk about

our treasures and

you have each

and every one,


and I can't wait for

you to have a

son and to

hear the

echo in

this old man's

heart.


dinosaurs

dinosaurs

dinosaurs.!


and answer "yes they

are my beautiful

grandson,


yes they are".

Living in

her shadow

over forty

years have

gone by.


But I still

remember

her **** rule

as if It

were yesterday.


Mrs. Satterfield.

my fourth grade

teacher

at Lincoln

elementary

in Lynwood California.

.
and every

now and

then when

I think about

her. I feel

a need

to straighten up

my posture,

turn in

all of my homework

on top

her cracked

and peeling old

wooden desk.


spit out

my gum.

and look

to the

nearest

clock,


and count the

minutes until

lunch or

when I

get my release

to go home.


"no

gum chewing

allowed!" I'm

certain

it is on

her head stone

somewhere.


but I am still

much too

afraid to

go on

a little

escapade  

to look.


so I sit

still.

very still.

waiting for the

bells of

independence.

from Mrs. Satterfield"s

fourth grade

class to ring

in my head.


sometimes it is

almost like

I never

left.


sometimes

I can see

her looking at

me from across

the room.


and sometimes

forty years

later, bless

her soul


she smiles.

Something I

remember

most about

you.


When you were

about 4 years

old for

some odd

reason you

would want

me to

cuddle with you

and lie down

and read

books in

the corner

of  a room.


it would

never take

long and soon

you were

in your

angel sleep.


and often

was the

time we would

wake up

in a pile

of blankets

in the morning

that way.


with each

of our dreams

tucked away

in each other's

hearts.


with you resting

your head

on my

arm and

your tangled

angel hair all

wrapped up

around my

face.


I never asked

you for reasons

why but

eventually

you grew out

of this phase,


but to this day

those nights

with you

lying next to

me with your

stuffed animals

were some

of the most

tenderest moments

of my life.


your little

angel sighs  

when you

would turn

your body

one way

and then

the next.


and every

moment it

just meant

more and more

to me

to realize

that for the


rest of

my life

that God

had given

me you

to take

care of.


and now at

21 one years

old with

my eyes
wide open,

with God as

my witness

you are one of

the most

beautiful things

that I

have ever

seen.

slow down
take a
taste of
this time,

in these
words
and tangerine
smiles
we share
from time
to time.

take a big
bite
of the
moment,

with a deep
glass
of burgundy
wine,

on a Sunday
evening
with all
these
pages
of poems
nestled
high and
tangled
around
your feet.

you can
afford to
lose a
day or
two.

and reflect
in the
moment,

I give
you these
gifts graciously
like a
new born
it's first
smile,

and in
all of
you

it is
a moment
I will

never
forget.

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.

You will see
her move
in and out,

like a cat through
the back alleys
of her life,

never staying
to long in
one place,

barely long
enough to
catch your
first name
and rarely
ever your
last.

and her
kisses will
lose there
conviction
after one
kiss maybe
two.

but her
claws in
your back
will run
deep,

and the
sighs in
her thighs
will hold
tight,

and then
in the morning
she is gone,

like she was
almost ashamed
of it all.

she says she
is looking
for true
love,

fat chance of
that.

stupid cat...

Fairy tale
endings.

I have
tripped
over my
my fair
share.

and then
to awaken
for a
moment
with such
crystal
clarity
of you.

my failures.

were just
glasses
of wine
half empty.

with the
taste
of the
berry always
so much
sweeter
from your
lips.

your love
your patience
your
unconditional
giving
have kept
me here.

and this
life that
I have
around
me now.

is the
life
I gladly
take
to forever.

and one
of these
days
with you
is like,

no other
day with
anyone else.

and I
bend
to your
smile.

I sing
to your
laughter.

I pray amend

To my God
that gave
me you.

.

It is
going
to be
difficult
to say.

to keep this
day dream
in your
back pocket.

along with
the shadows
of your smile
in my heart.

we were
14  I found
love in
the blue moon
circles
of your
eyes.

it changed
me in
everything
I would
ever see
in my
life again.

inside out
was how
you saw
me and

deep as a
river was how
our love
did run.

and for
the first
time in
my life
people
would
see me
there.

not some
figment
of my
adolescent
imagination

don't be
shy
you
said.

and I
never
was
again.

and then
at 16
you turned
me free.

and said
go love
some
more.

40 years
later

today
I know for
certain now
that..

I owe
this
wonderful
blessed
life I have
to you.

and it
makes me
fall in love
with you
all over

again.

Hardly to
notice the
eggs
popping
mercy
in the
frying
pan,

wrapped
inside
your arms
in our
heavenly
bed,

nowhere else
in the
universe
our hearts
want to
be.

so let's
back up,
and throw
the day
away,

to us,
and piles
and piles
of hugs and
wet wet
kisses,

the kind
that take
our breath
away.

put on
your sun
dresses
honey,

and
I'll put
my sunglasses
on,

whoops gas
company
is calling
some
bill long
over
due.

could
care
less I
have
got all
the warmth
I will
ever need

right here
in your
arms

tonight...

I was a

lost boy

toy soldier

from her

life.



lying still

after the

final conflict,



bleeding regret,

ready to let

the earth

soak me

down.



a fool's

look painted

on my face,



crimson cheeks

wallaby eyes.

a heartless

shell of

circumstance.



barely taking

last breaths

between

love's nowhere

shadows.

.

glory lost.



bound

only to

where

bad lovers

go to die.



to where

lover's skeletons

have been

picked clean

to the

bone.



and lies

and deceit

have rotten

their eyes.

At first

light.

may only

love find

you there.


and the

tenderness

of all things

unsaid

and pure.


and at

first

breath,


may your

spirit be

filled with

God's light,


and have

purpose

and dance

with everything

and every one

that is

around

you.


like the

silver moon

and the

stars

above.


everything

has its part

in nature's

celestial

dance.


so I

have found

my place

with you

now.


so may

all that

you touch

glimmer

in the

love that

you are.


and then

give that

love a

million

times back

to you

in return.


because

you deserve

nothing less.


only more.


and I

will be

your poet

and you

my muse

and dance.


and at

sunrise

each day.


we love.

Once
I tried
to build
fragile,

tender
crossed
bridges
there
to your
eyes.

I slipped
and fell.

and now
if I
could be
anywhere,


lying
there
in the
shape
of your
heart.

is where
I would
be.

skipping
off to
you.

our sunday
morning
best

tracked
across
our bedroom
floor,

unbuttoned
unashamed,

calico cat
passioned
smiles

running
true and
hungry,
across
our face.

under cool
persian silk
blankets
on our
bed.

we would
be every
where.

instead of
buried
here
in this

cross-eyed
point of
view.

sometimes
I feel
so stupid
just standing
round.

when just
yesterday.

your moment

passed
me by...

Behind the
innocence
of your
morning
smile,

I find
peace,

and in
the feeling
of your
gentle
breathing
as you
awake,

with your
face
pressed
close
against
my chest,

I find hope.

to begin
another day,

to worship
you another
moment,

and the
falling
of stars
in your
eyes
at dawn

captivates
me like,

a fire
moth
drawn
to a
****** flame.

and the
eternity
in your
kiss
overwhelms
me,

like lightning
exploding
across
a hot
indian
summer
sky.

and as I
lie in your
arms I
know,

all that will
ever
become
of me,

is written
in  God's
hand,

in this
morning
glimmer

in your
eyes.

and in the
angel touch
of your
heart,

and in
the holy
baptism
of your
soul as
it lies
this
morning

with mine.

swaying

to the

beat of

a pacific

sunset

breeze

in her

camaro

red

dress,


just up the

road

on highway

101.

  
she leans

alittle

to the

right,

like a

classic

old race

car,

with the

back tires

slightly

under

inflated

to strategically

hold the

curves.


and once

she gets

it going

she can

take you

for quite

a ride.

to places with

story teller

endings,

and with

her two

diamond

look

in her

eyes,

she can

make

everything

true.

and in

the quietest

of moments,

when

the moon

kisses

the midnight

sky,


she will

cover

you.

like wine

quenching

your deepest

thirst...

and you

will

never

come back.


so sing

to the

morning

when you

awake,

where ever

that may

be.

cause you

won't be


in Kansas

any

more.

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.

A day where

nothing fits.

lying in

my room

sifting through

gypsy thoughts

of running away

to perform in a

circus

with you.



getting a little

annoyed with

my pillow and the

fat cat sleeping

in the middle

of it.



listening

for your voice,

but I can't

hear it.


and just over

the skyscraper hill,

I travel

I wonder that

maybe today

I will arrive.


anywhere

that is away

from here.



I would love

to  topple the

highest building

In this concrete city

to the ground.

and plant flowers

and gardens on it's

concrete floors

and knock out

its cold concrete

windows with

a stone,


caught between

the greys

and blues

of downtown

Los Angeles,


wondering how

anyone ever

escapes from

this place

alive.

and everything
in her eyes
and the reflection
in mine,

is the story
of our lives,

and at
night,

the quiet
slumber
is that of
clouds slowly
moving through
the sky
on a rainy
night.

and  in
our sleep
and in
our dreams her
hand always
seeks to
hold mine,

and never
do we
wake.

and in morning
her kiss is
deeper still.

and today
in the moments
we are apart,

are all the
moments in
my life
that I
will only
miss her
more.

and a hundred
times today
I will look
up to the sky

and say,

"she married me
she married me"

and for
that Lord
I will be

forever blessed.

And I
will sit
outside
your heart's
door, and
wait and
listen and
collect all
of the
broken pieces
of your
dreams
gone by .


and I
will hold
them close
to mine.
and covet
them deep
in the most
purest places
of my soul.
until they
all come
true.

I have come
to know
you in the
star bursts
of your eyes,


and gentle
curl of
your hair,

the easy

parting
of your lips.


and  I find
myself to  
in the daydreams
of you in
my walks,


and feel you
in the
winds that
surround
my face,


and the salt
spray that
reaches up
to me from
the Santa Barbara

sea.
I carry you
everywhere
with me
in the remains
of my days,


and it will
never be
my place
to wonder
why..

I breathe

I think of

you.they

become one

in the same.

Each of us
ready,

waiting,
under
chameleon skins
of past
relationships.
colors and
textures
blurred.

we wait
open
like tributary
veins
ready to
flow into
the mother
load.

we hope
eternal,
defined by
our last
breath,


and the
horizon
that lies
before
us.

speechless
unsettled
you retire
to take a
bath ...

and I
return to
find my
way through

this Bible
this maze
that has
become
my life.

that always

dances in

my head,

and it's

eternal

heartbeat
that always

thinks
of you.