in all

that you

dream,



with your

eyes

closed

and your lips

pressed

against mine.



I feel them.

and your

passion is

the ties

that bind

us.



and the

sky may

turn to

rain

but I cannot

and will not

take the

coward's way

out and

ever let

go of you.



and all

my dreams

too will

come true.



at the

moment

you open

your eyes

to me.

in all

that you

dream,



with your

eyes

closed

and your lips

pressed

against mine.



I feel them.

and your

passion is

the ties

that bind

us.



and the

sky may

turn to

rain

but I cannot

and will not

take the

coward's way

out and

ever let

go of you.



and all

my dreams

too will

come true.



at the

moment

you open

your eyes

to me.

rogue
smiles,

tender
lolly pop

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.

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.

It is

the ripening

of our lips

to one another

I cherish

most.


the familiarity

of wet love

upon wet love.

the taste

of our

mouths naked

together

pressed hard

then gentle

as we

entwine in

the night.


we are

the direction

in each other's

lives that

the wind blows.


the direction

of passion's

tides, as I

lay my

body upon

yours.


and it is

in the acceptance

of your

angel

kisses I

find

the greatest

peace that

I have ever


known.

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...

It rolls over

heavy on

your mind

this new

person that

you have

become.


and like

an eraser

of the

tenderest kind

I kiss your

doubts

away and

smile.


I wrap my

arms around

you with

the deepest

intent

of never letting

go.


and then

you kiss

me again,

soft open

and you

are mine

for the

taking.


and our

nights

are long

without

sleep.


till morning

has broken,


and I turn

to kiss

you again.

Behind the

black mirror

that sometimes

you look

through in

your life.


I am

the love

and balance

behind it.


the giver

of kisses

of compassion

and  lust.


bury me deep

in your lips,

follow me

far in your

dreams

let go

of all of

the doubts

that past

loves have

burden you

with,


like a

weighted

vessel taking

water on in

high seas.


to much,

enough is

enough,


now bend only

to me and

under you

I will bend

willingly

to you.


and nothing else

in time

will matter.

and your

blue eyes

will be


my sky

and all I

will forever

call home...

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..

Trapped

inside

the moon

and looking

out,


but now

with nothing

to wish

upon.


the leaves

of dead

trees lie

black,


like the

devil color of

thick fat

hickory

crows,


and the

color of

the deep

coat

of flies


that now

covers

my heart.


all confessions

to this

moment,


now lie

testimony

to you

and your

final farewell,


or the time

it takes

to die


inside your

smile.

(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.

(for Patty)

Falling into
your eyes.

the deepest
pool of
autumn
honey
brown.

that I
have
ever tasted.

hard to
catch my
breath.

your heart
running
wild
inside
my chest.

the morning
light reminds
me that
time'
like
love
has it's
own universal
place.

between your
smile
and mine.

and the
rest
of our
lives
together.

nothing can
ever
take
me away
from this
place.

all my
mornings
are promised
to you.

and all
of my
Godly
prayers
begin and
end with
you felt
deep.

in the
places
where no one
else
can go.

where dreams
are the
every
day moments
we live.

It is a
far too
simple
beauty,

that you
parade
your smile
across my
eyes.

I carry
you with
me.

like wind
on the
water.

and though
you leave
me
here.

here is
where
you will
always
find me.

a headstone
as a matter
of fact.

to your
laughter,

to your
passion
to hard
and heavy
nights.

it is dearly
a missing
moment
without
you here.

a hole in
the sky.

a star fallen
upon my
back.

unexpectedly
broken
below my
feet.

my heart
is like
a fire"s
embers,

long past
the flame.

black
and
hidden
from
view.

unable to
rekindle
the moment

again.

and in

the night

I can feel it.



this moment

this is

where hell

begins.

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.

she untangles
from around
me,


like a
ball of
cheap

drunken

yarn.


then finds
her way
down our
bedroom
stairs.


upon reaching
the bottom

she throws
away a
glance

in my
general
direction.


much like
a person
waiting on

a bench
for a bus

would do,


when they
see a

car go by

then realize,


there is
no one

in it that
they really
know
or care
about.



it is just

a courtesy



"I think I

might know

you nod."


no need for

I love you's

this morning.


good-bye will

suffice.


and this
evening

when the
bus comes

to bring
her back..


It will
find me
waiting,


like a

wooden

drugs store

indian

at the
bottom

of the
stairs


eager to

meet her
there.


every day

right on

time.


it is not

so much
a game

we play,



as it

it has
become
instead.

a almost

lifeless

existence a


scare crows

ritual we
act..


biding time.
every morning
we awake.



sleep walking

love through

our day.


never
realizing,


our future
never
had anywhere
to go

to begin

with.

She untangles
from around
me,

like a
ball of
cheap

drunken

yarn.

then finds
her way
down our
bedroom
stairs.

upon reaching
the bottom

she throws
away a
glance

in my
general
direction.


much like
a person
waiting on

a bench
for a bus

would do,


when they
see a

car go by

then realize,


there is
no one

in it that
they really
know
or care
about.


it is just

a courtesy


"I think I

might know

you nod."


no need for

I love you's

this morning.


good-bye will

suffice.


and this
evening

when the
bus comes

to bring
her back..


It will
find me
waiting,


like a

wooden

drugs store

indian

at the
bottom

of the
stairs

eager to

meet her
there.

every day

right on

time.


it is not

so much
a game

we play,


as it

it has
become
instead.

a almost

lifeless

existence a


scare crows

ritual we
act..


biding time.
every morning
we awake.


sleep walking

love through

our day.

never
realizing,


we never
had anywhere
to go

to begin

with.

Indeed if
I could say
hello to
you again,

a first time,
a first smile
a first laugh

a first skip
of my heart.

no questions
asked
only forgiveness
that it
took me
so long
to walk
and dream
with you.

and see
the gentle
yet supple
corners of
your face.

and what
would I
give
and what
would my
life be....

without this
first chance
to say

for a
million times
over and over
again

hello.

When I close
my eyes,
something about
you is
always
there.

watching you
still in
a moment
and then you
suddenly are
everything.

laughter defined
like a lightening
strike in
a colorado
mountain storm,

or a tender
smile that
you throw
across a room,

I mean hell
who could
ever forget
a moment
of you.

and as
the sun rises
and sets
in your
eyes,

beginnings and
endings of
dreams of
black and blue.

and your runaway
smile runs across
my eyes,

bound for
nowhere in
particular.

you capture
my thoughts
like a bird
on a breeze.

and you
take me

away....

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.

A time

under a
falling
sky,

within
your
arms,

against
your tender
*******,

I listen
to the
calling
of your
heart
at this
exact
moment.

and the
hundred
hues of
this water
color sky

that surrounds
you.

and your
sun lite
sapphire
hairs run
like a
thousand
streaks
of light
across the
sun,

and I
lie under
you,

and our
body
movements
are deep
and with
full conviction
and lover's
confessions,

nothing
held back
or desires
tempered
to waste....

a poetry
moment
of souls

we love.

My heart
is not broken
or scared,

it is still
open and
growing
and fertile
to
everything
love has
to offer
and teach.

it is just that
when you left
you took
a piece
of it.

and now
50 years
later or
so.

I realize
that I  
never will
have
that piece
again....

And by

our words

the knowing

starts,


like onions

we begin

to peel

one another,


and let

our stories

fall to

our faith's

threshing

floor.


but I tell

you this

instead,

fall

to me

without

hesitation

without

doubts or

questions

with impossible

answers.


be simple,


everything

to now

has made

you ,


and everything

to now has

brought

me here..


and we

nourish

each other

in ways

that break

us free

from all

that was

before.


there is

no time

here

no proper

order

of things.


there is

only a

great

birth,


where

we leave

our bodies

to become

totally

something else.


where sleep

does not

matter

and food

is a old

ritual

of the

flesh.


you have

marked

me.


and for

all time

I will

be in

you ,


and you  

in me.


in this

journey

of great

things.


you were

never meant

to be only

one.


you are

the sunrise

I am

your sky..

and soon

there

will be


no difference...

Something
in my
moments
is always
you,

the spirit
that you
carry,

the perfect
stranger
that you
are.

a gift
of youth
to see
you in
my weary
day.

always
in balance
full of
life,

with love
rising
from your
lips for
your
lover to
take
and harvest
full,

in the
mornings
baptism
when you
first awake.

where
to those

of us

that live

without you
lie in far
lesser
moments,

in the
lives that
we live.

heads
barely
above
water
straining
to catch
our breath,

straining
to catch
a view

of you.

The sky
hangs heavy
with water
ripe clouds
ready to 'spill
overhead,

like a
load of
stones on
a rivers muddy
edge ready
to fall,

and then
submerge
like dreams
into tomorrow
and the
next day
and the
next.

Your cobblestone
colored eyes
sit before
me.

and I could
daydream
into them
until all
the colors
of your
eyes have
run dry.

while sharing
with  you
our whispered
secrets,

the ones
where you
have to
tell someone
but you
rarely do.

I would sit
here ready
to catch them
all in
confidence and
open invitation.

so now
as I sit
before you
I give you
these words
these pieces
of me,

you give me
pieces of
you,

for our mutual
understanding,

that we must
certainly be
more together
than we
could ever
be alone.

and life
has a different
meaning,

like a blade of
grass reaching for
the sun through
a cement
crack.

that moment
when you
look down
at your
feet and
see it,

and you
say "look
a miracle."

Everything in
this moment
begins to
form around
your eyes,

like a child
before Christmas
or a
birds trembling
at first flight.

you bring
anticipation
to this moment
and the next.

and the
sunlight
jumps in
sparks from
your tangled
angel hair,

and if
not for
the eternity
of you,

this life
would hardly
be worth
living,

and your
smile is
without
explanation
and everything
that you
are is
a miracle to
everyone who
is around
you.

for now
I have been
caught in the
glimpse of
you and now I
understand.

you are
a gypsy on
the wind,

whose soul
runs restlessly
wild

and though
your stay
may be short.

to not live
these moments
with you
at all,

would certainly
of been the
definition
of a poet's heart
broken in
two.

and I
don't know
if I ever
could of
handled
that.

And the

dreams

that touch

your day,


and the

colors

that fill

your eyes,


the moments

of reflection

that shadow

your heart,


take

me there

with you


never to

return,


or hunger

for the

pieces

of you


that are

hidden

away

deep in

your heart.


bless

me with

your stories

of pain

and innocence

of joy

and tribulation.


take

me there

with you,


through

the rabbit

hole then

over

your corner

of the sky,


so I

may

understand

you best.


where your

restless

soul is

still and

your eyes

lay in all

of the colors

of the sun


weeping.

but not

of sorrow

but save


the joy of

something else...

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.

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.

I am
certain.

in you.

is the
indigo
of night
shadows.

the washing
of evening
clouds
across
a half
filled
Chablis
moon.

the running
of a
Caliente
tempest
wind
over a
distant
nomad
dune.

I am
certain.

in you.

is the
rest
between
the beats
of a
humming bird's
heart.

The open
lip kiss
of a Juliet
in search
of a fairy tale
ending.

and I
am certain
this river's
song
whispers
your name.

and the
earth holds
you in
consciousness
and peace
in it's
womb.

to someday
to be
born
to me
again.

no longer

wandering

through the

night.


a time

when
in you.

is everything

to me..

I close
my eyes
to see
you,

to remind
myself
that I
can see
my youth

again in

your eyes.


to  feel
the endless

possibilities in
everything
that I
do.

like rain
saturating
a field,

bringing
life to
everything
it touches.

it
seems
to be
true,

it is
the simplest
of moments
that you
bring
yourself
to me.

in your writings

in your

Alice and

wonderland

smile,


and as you sit.

and without
notice
on either
part.

my life
becomes
a paradise.

of you.

(a companion poem perhaps ..)


There is
a leaping point
in your eyes,

a  point
of no
turning
back or
retreat to
old tides
and waves
that through
the years
that have
carried me
to here,

and the
wishing of a
rubies kiss
upon your
lips.

is a
promise of
open hearts
without
compromise
or a lover's
retreat.

and I
hold your
heart still,

and pray for
it's strength
and gentle
whispers,

that I
might share
a moment
with it
here.

outside your
quiet shadows
inside your
deepest secrets,

it is good
that you
and I
have met
along this
journey of
life.

and I
could sit
inside your
eyes for
an eternity.

but I
would never
be content
with just
one.

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.

Sitting

the wind takes

your thoughts

to scatter,


lying on

the floor

like so many

pieces of

broken hearts,


some cutting

deeper than

others,


some stuck

under your

skin and

you will

never get

them out,


I could see

it in

your eyes

from the

first moment

I saw

your face.


the great

solitude there

and the

overwhelming

loss of fallen

stars.


but once

they all

shot high

and forever

across

your eyes

and you

blessed them

one by

one.


as now

you have

blessed

me with

your sight,


and we are

children in

each other's

eyes,


in that

magical place

late at

night running

down the

backstreets

of our youth,


where anything

seemed possible.


and first love

was a forever

moment

in your

eyes.

Half asleep
under a
Pavillion
of diamond
sparkled
stars
tonight.

words
elude you
like fat
grey striped
squirrels,

playing
hide and
go seek
in a deep

wooded park,

words of
of trust
have misused
you.
and left
you
here.

a broken
seed
that love
is unable
to tender
and grow.

and you
ask not
of my
comfort,

or my
arms
to bend
in love
around
you.

but only
that i
just be
here.

and "be
the one
who
understands".

and no
greater
task
have I
found
in the
universe.

no other
path
must I
now hold
true.

than now.

just to
sit and
think of

you.

Today I

dreamed I
saw your
Alice in

wonderland
eyes,

and as the
room
swirled
with wishes
and moments
too much
for words.

only the
gentle
rising and
falling of
your
heartbeat
inside your
chest existed.

and the
awkward
slurring
of my
words
trying
to catch
their
balance
in my
head.

and your
eyes
in this
moment
were
everything.

and the
sleek
lines of
grace and
beauty
across
your face

inspiring.

and for
a moment
looking at
you,

a thousand

miles away,

I thought,

this must
be the
feeling
of when
a dream
comes
true,

but not
one dream

more like
a million
of them
all at

once.

our words.
no embarrassment.

in this
nakedness
between us.

you the
river
that runs
through
me.

I the
sacrifice
to your
smile.

and moons
hang
themselves
in your
eyes.

as if
to wish
for nothing
more.

and my
nights
fall to
me.

with a
tenderness
of dreams
whenever
I think
of you.

and we
lie in thought
champions to
one
another.

from battles
in life
and struggles
won and
lost
to other
things.

and I
know that
I will
give this
moment
but
once
in my
life.

so humbly,

under this
corner
of your
sky.

I give
my words
and consequence


to you.

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 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.

And the

reasons you

wake in

the morning,


and the

first face

that greets

your day.


I would be a

thief and

take these

things from

you.


to be

there the

moment you

awake.


to sit

and have

morning coffee

while you

read to

me your

latest poem.


cinnamon buns

in the oven,

the clamor

of the world

just outside

your door.


and I would be

the poet

who keeps

it all at bay.


and at

night I

would read

the stars

to you.


over and

over  and

over again.

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.

To the end

of the rainbow

and back,


skipping fast

heart racing

with the moon

over the hills

and back again.


yelling at

the ice

cream man

in the
middle
of the street

"stop ! "


staying out

way past dinner,


holding on

to 10 years

old as long

as we  can.


wondering

where in the

world you are.


wondering why

weren't you

in my life

back then.


I wonder

if my dreams

ever

touch your

dreams ,


if my thoughts

ever play hide

and go seek

in the dark

with yours.


I hope

they do.

I hope they

always will.


I know

in the

third grade,


we would

of been

the best

of friends.

And with

a slap

of a hand

I came

crying

into this

world,


and my

favorite

color

was to

be yellow,


and today

I thought

someday,


I will

buy you

a yellow

dress.


and dance

with you

over  a sky

of white

popcorn clouds,


and breathe

the moment

as my

second

birth.


where

everything

is pure

everything

is new.


and diamonds

fall

from the

corner

of your

eyes,


at the

joy of

me finding

you.


and all

the questions

you ask

will be

answered,


with simply

the closing

of your

eyes,


you and I,

moments

in time,


one can not

exist

without

the other.


one would

never

want to.

A blessing

has come

to me,

your heart
is  something
that I
wish upon.

it is
the first
flower

stirring
in a
meadow
the first
day of
spring,

the opening
in the
ice that
a river
breaks
through
at winters
end.

to then
mend and
turn and
flow.

giving
life to
all it
comes
to meet.

and now
you
have found
me and
my simple
words and
thoughts.

and to
each day
that I
awake
I mend
and turn
and flow
to you,

seagulls
to wind
fish to
water.
prayers to

God,

everything
is what  
it was
always
meant  
to be

So easily

I fall
under the
eclipse
your eyes,

weightless
timeless
to a
place
in between

all of
the heart
beats of
an innocent
child,

where
everything
is new,

and your
touch  is
a hot
jungle
rain
that
seems to
never end.

it  falls
over me

cleanses
me,

makes
everything
inside me
renewed
and
certain

that I
am alive.

this place
where

only a
dreamer
who truly
looks
inside your
eyes

can see.

and a
fool

cannot.

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..

Your morning
white
dress
christening
my eyes,

I am
hypnotized

at the
way you
move
in it
across
the room.

by the way
your hair
streams,

like a
thousand
auburn
stands
of sand
across
your
face.

and your
lips of
rose
blossoming
to mine.

the sweet
smell
of you,

at your
first
smile
dancing.

your laughter
like
small
droplets
of rain
running
down my
back.

sensations
arousing.

and your
hands
reach
to confide
in mine,

and your
thoughts
paint in
each of
the numbers
of our
paint by
number
dreams.

and somewhere
between
this moment
and the
promise
of the
next.

tomorrow
has lost
it's
meaning.

only this
moment
matters.

right now
here with

you.

I sit.

catching
every
glimpse
in your
eyes.

I feel
rich.

holding
out for
this moment
to never
end.

when the
times
of a
child"s
daydreams
are
over,

and the
tears
of circus
clowns
are long
forgotten.

I sit.

a thousand
miles
away
from you.

unannounced,
rectified.

to your
life and
all it's
trimmings
of faith
and hope.

and day
dreams you
once had
as a
child
escape me.

but still
beckon me
to chase
them down

to find

your treasures

of heart


buried under

some distant
sandy beach,

I know
not where..

but I
resist
temptation.
to find
their end.

because
I don't
want
this moment
to end.

to sit
and catch
every glimpse
in your
eyes,

and in
my life
to never
want
anything

more.

The surrendering
of breathing
to one
another,

in deep
embraces
that tilt
the sky.

a moment
of exhilaration
in your
eyes.

anything
that would
be your
need of
me.

no holding
back

a sigh
finding
it's own
true
nature
in the
night.

without
words
or things
that you
can't take
back.

just given
with no
regrets

no expectations.

only promises
of days
ahead
and what
may come

of us.

And in the
pieces of
your day
do you
ever read
my poems
to yourself
out loud,

or send a
thought
in open
cloud sky
my way,

do you
feel the
ever so
light change
of season
in your life.

where now you
sense,

by reading these
poems there
is now something
different in
your world,

perhaps a
smile unexpectedly
or a
giggle that
you can't
figure out
why,

or you
see a
place that
you have seen
a thousand
times before,

but somehow
today it somehow
looks differently.

these are
the pieces of
you I now
share and
shape these
words upon
this paper.

and because of
that I am wiser
still,

and also quieter
in thought.

at the
moment that
one day I
might hear
your heartbeat
near.

and  we
might sit
across a
table,

for a cup of
coffee or
two.

Under a

Cimmaron sky

afternoon

window seal

you sit.


there is

a breaking

of sighs

in your eyes.


something

remembered

or perhaps

something

lost,


that just lies

or flees

outside your

grasp.


runaway dreams

that now

scatter like

broken birds

of flight

across your eyes.


and what

is to become

of this

moment,


and the gentle

tilt of

your head

and the

bending grace

of your smile.


I am certain

love will

bring you

home again,


to familiar

places and

dancing sunlight

as it streaks

through your

gypsy hair.


and I

will applaud

you after

this day is

done,


nothing ventured

nothing gained.


but this

moment lost.


Sometimes it is

almost unbearable.

to sit with

this empty

view.


something remembered

something lost

from you.