My eyes fall
willing to you,

like a small child
finding grace.

you touch
me in the places
that long
ago have
been broken,

Places inside me
grown weary
and vacant
from hope
or salvation.

and then the sun
comes each day
within your smile,

and joy comes
with the
sound of
your angelic
voice.

and as I hear it
echo throughout
my day,

it moves me
like waves
kissing the
bottom of
the sky

like stars
flying to
elope over
this harvest
moon

tonight..

Magic is
a light that
your eyes
are all to
familiar
with.

It dances there
in you
eyes when
you greet me
each morning.

and everything
about you
improves
everything
about me.

and what failures
that have become
are forgotten
in your laugh

that only echos
with truth and
music
to my ears.

who ever thought
"good morning"

could ever become
a anthem
to my day....

your smile
captures
everything
that is young
and pure
in this
morning
light.

and the
day begins
to celebrate
with your
smile.

and I
just wander
back and
forth across
your eyes.

and the universe
is right before
me and it
is glorious.

and the
sky willing
bends
to you
as I,

as this
eternity
and as this
day begins

you are
everything..

Be not afraid
of the dark
anymore.

and the
whisper that
you sometimes
here at
night.

it is
me.

and the
storm that
comes
to cleanse us
into the
white.

we are
brave and
wise to
one another

and in
this life
I will not stir
in slumber
without you
ever again.

I used to
be able
to look
into my
morning
mirror,

and not
give another
thought to
this moment
or the next.

But now with
with you
I realize
all the
moments are
connected,

and from
this moment
to the next,

free fall
is not a
option but
it is the really
of the way I
feel every time
I look into
your eyes.

and like
the morning flowers
seeing the
suns first
morning
light

I bend to
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.

I cannot
pretend.

Since the
moment of
my existence,

I have come
danced a
playful child
to this moment
of you.

been molded
to this vision
of us,

and I
hope somewhere
inside your
heart you
will always
keep a
a record
of me.

I never knew
what the seasons
of my life
were without
you.

these walls
and doors
of our silence
to the night
no longer
define us,

and what
breaches
forever is
the laughter
of your
smile,
and your
autumn hair
across my
face in
this moment.

and time falls
away from
me,

and the wind
carries me

a seed to
this wind
to be
buried deep,

inside your
sighs

tonight.

since my
morning smile
has awaken
in your eyes,

my heart has
rolled
over on it's
belly
to expose
it's tender
side to you.

and hopefully
this will
someday be
how it has
always been.

you are here
so full and
simple in these
poems that
I write
to you.

and I
know that
you know
it.

it is
the moment
in time
that we
own,

and now
the hard
places in
my life
quietly in
the black
still of night
melt away

with a simple
hello and

back again.

we embrace
this sky
like two
birds  taking

flight.

Though

life's

thorns may

entwine and

bleed our

hearts

dry in

suffering.


in full

witness of

God's

open eyes.


asking

penance,

I would lie

down and

surrender

to you,


and shelter

you from

any harm

or doubt

in love...


the giving

is the

salvation



of turning

black

to light.


to see your

eyes

and taste

your lips,


in faith


without

sorrow.


or pain..


to hold

you still,

with devine

intervention

and patience


of giving

everything,


and receiving

everything


in return.

(to a friend of mine who is slowly passing from a very rare brain disorder, who's life will nver be a cake walk again...)


To the

rest of

the world,



Sunrise creeps

over the

horizon line

slowly without

purpose,



one day

the same

as the next..



but for you

no morning is a

ordinary morning,



or something

put together

as neatly as

a sailor's bed.



your dreams

lie scattered

across the

floor like

a runaway

train on

christmas morning.



no tracks.



Your train

runs mad,

in pain and

bleeding.



without a

destination.

only fractured

stops along

it's way.



and you

want to

get off

you pray

to get off,



but your  fate

is a broken

angel.



and your

tears

rainbows falling,



that only the

Gods can

see.

Years later

like old

shoes you

will never

wear again.



your covered

in secrets

and cobble

webs that

watercolor

your eyes in

only grey

and black.


and love

no longer

clings

to you,


you fear it

and like

a beaten

fish.


you catch it

and then

without

ceremony

throw

it back.


his arms

are still

all around

you his

mouth wanting

upon your

lips.


but  he

is not

sorry,


he never

loved you.


he only

fantasized about

a moment

and then

the moment

set him

free.


but not

you.


never you,


and you

are left only

with  the brief

taste of

love upon

your lips.

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

Morning.

open up

your sleepy

eyes,



like a cat

stretching out

on a

sun sprinkled

front

porch step.



slow down

your racing

mind.



sit and watch

the fire

of life begin

all around

you.



stay warm

in it's

embrace.



walk awhile

kiss the

clouds to

mend  your

broken heart.



and wait

for a

moment

until they

kiss you

back.



and the air

holds

you and

the sky

loves you

and you

are apart

of everything

that you

see.

take a

moment and

breathe,



and at

that moment

I will

feel it too.

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

The moon makes

you cry.



falling down

hard to

find the

grip to stand.

again.



knees bloodied

and bruised.



and the night

doesn't

miss a moment

and it will

come back to

take you

down again

tomorrow.



you are a

prisoner of

it's tides.



tracing your

steps in your

mind back to

the beginning.



they always lead

back to nowhere.

and being

alone.



and now

loneliness

is your

only lover.



and a touch

is as foreign

to you as

an apple on

a pear tree.



and you will have

none of it.



blinded by

the light,



dreams in

black and white.

you pretend in ways

I can't even

imagine.



just to survive.

but through it all



if you should

ever need me

I will be there

I will be there.



in midnight's wind

fleeing at

the darest

of times



when in

the night ,



You feel a

gentle kiss

upon your face.

And the

dawn

sleeps over

your dreams

and the call

of a voice

inside you

reminds

you that

you are

still

a child of

these days.



looking for

innocence

again,



is there

no one

here to

remind you

of that



and walk

with you

a while.



lost inside

your house

where sometimes

nothing looks

familiar,



let your walls

fall down,



heal the

the heart.



and love will

see you

and take your

hand again.



and run

with your

dreams

awhile,



and you will

remember

the child

inside

you

let it free.



across this

South Carolina

cinnamon sky.



and I will

celebrate

your smile

once again

(this poem is for a friend of mine who is passing from a rare brain disease)


You have
become
to me

a river to
float
my spirit
away
on.

the tenderest
of places
to plant
a prodigal
seed.

where the
trees
in my life
were cut
down
cold,

and left
to barren
long ago.

naughty
at the
sight
of you.

joyous
in celebration
at 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

tonight..

(this poem is for a friend of mine who is slowly passing from a rare brain disease)

and the

passion of

your words

and the touch

of soft

nippled *******,



sets the world

to fire ,

and gives

love quiet embers

that touch

and dance across

the sky.



and you

will survive

your loses,



and in life

and love

you will maximize

your wins.



I can read it

in your words

and I applaud

you in your

gentle nature.



nothing and

no one can

take from

you what

you do

not give.



you are

a star everlasting,



where wishes

soar far

from sight,



and prayers

are answered still

in the

breath of

a child's heart.



and old

relationships

and past

pains all

turn to dust.



I have

dreamed it

and seen it

come true in

your eyes.



you are a

miracle.

(this poem is for a friend of mine who is passing from a rare brain disease)

A belief,

On our

great

journey,



we must

leave

the world's

reasons

behind,



like the

fallen lies

of a

child"s

nursery

rhyme



instead

in a

open field

I will

sit and

mediate

you.



this is

real.



I feel it

through

and through

the marrow

of my

weary

bones.



and as

I sit

the

flowers

will

color me,



and the

air

will breathe

life into

me.



and all

that I

see will

take

root in

who you

are.



I do

not ask

why.



to me

it is

not a

child's

nursery

rhyme



it is

so much

more.



and I

shall

believe

it until

the day

that I

die..



and my

spirit

leaves this

world behind.



through

the open

sky..

till
the end

lean
on me.

baptize
yourself
in a
piece of
sky,

and I
will hear
your
prayers.

roll down
a meadow
hill as
a child
of our
mother
earth.

and
I will
celebrate
in your
laughter.

lie down
to dream
at night
and whisper
all your
doubts
and trials
by fire.

and my
soul will
be your
pillow
and keep
you safe.

we do
not strive.

we are.

we do
not see
with our
eyes
we dance
naked
in our
spirits.

to know
the difference.

of black
and white.

to cry
and mean
it.

to love
and be
true
to it.

at all
costs.

like river
reflecting
sky.

grain to
earth.

life
to death.

we are
of this
place

for the
beating
of a heart.

for the
failing light
on a
horizon"s
line.

and I
thank
God.

for meeting
you.

and for the
poems
that I
write
you

tonight.

a poem for a friend who is slowly dying from a rare brain disease


this day.



nothing

left in

my old

jean pockets,



only a

point

of view

you,



and it is

as soothing

as a

summer

california

sun upon

my body,



and as

holy

as a

sermon

from my

sunday

church.



I kick

off my

shoes

and run

my feet

through

this park's

uncut grass,



I am

certain

some where

in Carolina

that you

must be

doing the

same,



then I

pause

look up

at the

clouds,



and I

wish upon

them to

myself.



please one

of you

take me

to where

you are.,



but only

silence

greets me

as they

pass from

view.



and I am

left behind

once again.



with this

day

and this

point of

view of

you.



that tastes

like



honey upon

my lips..

(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...

( for a friend of mine who is slowing passing from a rare brain disease)

It is still

all around

you,



like a black

tar it

clings to

your bones

and hopes.



like a cold

wind it

blows and

echoes

through

your soul.



certainly not

a gift,

but a curse.



incurable

a marking

on your

young life

written on

a wall

in a cavern

deep

inside

yourself.



and sometimes

at blackest

night

it is

a place

you feel

you have

to go.



but I

say this.



"take my

hand and

let us

go this

way other

way instead."

(for my friend who is passing from a slow spreading brain disease)

an ugly

disease of

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 the

evening

canopy of

stars,



to yourself

"this pain

will pass"



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.

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

This night

knows

the lie.



and it

wasn't

you.



only a

bleeding

glimpse of

something else

someone else.

tangled

there

struggling

in the

night.



a stunt

performer

without

a net.



not your

choice.



and that

one reality

sets you

free.



look

hard inside

your heart.



and the

lie ends.



and your

beauty

begins

again.



I have

seen it,

I have

felt it .



from the

very first

moment

you began

to cry.



the lie

has ended.

The moment is

incased

in shattered

glass

in your

head,



a memory

you wear

like cheap

clothing

torn and

a little bit

tattered

for all

to see.



it keeps

you a

prisoner

in your

day.



like the

sour taste

of a

spoiled

apple that

you can't get

out of

your mouth.



or a grapevine

broken from

your heart

that can't

find another

life to

take root..

within.



in moments

like these

I think about

you in

clouds

and send

you hope

and dreams

to look

forward to.



and cool

pillow thoughts

to lay your

head upon.



you are

not alone

look up.



in clouds



we are

there.

It is

late at

night,

your mind

and thoughts in

a million

pieces.



the winter

wind

blows through

the trees

like a beggar

running up

and down

this dead

end street.



a jab step

here a

jab step

there  never

one hundred

percent certain

of it's

own direction.



it runs

itself

exhausted,



like a kite

half broken

in the sky.



preparing to

crash hard.

upon your

heart.



this moment

you will

never forget



but after this

fate has

settled.

I will

stand waiting.



I will

carry

your broken

and weary

body home.





I will

not leave

you cold

in the

ground

unrecognized..



I will

not ever

let you

fall again.....





.

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

It is

the cruelest

of cuts

unkind.



the dying

from within.



a rattlesnake

strike that

found

it's mark.



who rots the

flesh and

rapes your

mind.



and then

takes

from you

a part

that could

not be

saved.



and like a

demon who

has  come to

visit you.



unwelcomed

and without

remorse,



sometimes

you will

sink deep

into it's

pain.



and a piece of

you will

be gone,



a high

price for

pay for

no chance

at salvation...



to this

new seed

that you

have

become.

I welcome

you.



in the darkest

of times,

in the depths

of your despair,



I will breathe

life into you,



and you

into me

as well.



in the

shadows

of your

solitude,



here is

where I

will come to

love you

best.

(for a friend of mine who is slowly dying of a rare brain disease)


Dance with

your shadow

and half moon

smile within

it's secrets

that it

carries

with you

through

the night.



you are

different

now but

not lost

to the

black sky

without

light.



whispers

to the night,



a song

perhaps to

amuse

yourself,



worry not

any further

you are

on a different

road,



and in

finding

yourself

again,



it will mean

so much

more.



like the

moment a

artic river

meets the

pacific sea,



it is so much

more that

it becomes.



as will

you my

friend.



when one

day you

will have

peace.



as inside

you a

river meets

the sea.

Rogue
smiles,

tender
lollipop

kisses
shared,

tell
our full
measure.

fingers
entwined
as we
sleep.

at first
chance
to awake
you,

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
necklace
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
lolli pop

kisses
shared,

tell
our full
measure.

fingers
entwined
as we
sleep.

at first
chance
to awake
you,

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
necklace
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.

Their pole

like profiles

and big

Hollywood

hair silhouettes,


parade across

the sea

shore

like tropical

peacocks

on display.


the beautiful

people.


colored in with

all the

right colors

in all

the right

places

in their

paint by

number

dreams.


but I would

so rather lie

in this

off beat

beach

hotel room

with you.


and make

love until

our sweat

has dried

over

and over

again,



like a fine

salt lined

second skin

upon our

naked

bodies.


with the

taste of

jack daniels

still christening

our breath.


and the

"do not

disturb" sign

attached firmly

to our

front door.


here we lie

hearts and

bodies

spent.


two souls

crashed

into one


total

surrender.


**** the

canopy

people.

Their pole

like profiles

and big

Hollywood

hair silhouettes,


parade across

the sea

shore

like tropical

peacocks

on display.


the beautiful

people.


colored in with

all the

right colors

in all

the right

places

in their

paint by

number

dreams.


but I would

so rather lie

in this

off beat

beach

hotel room

with you.


and make

love until

our sweat

has dried

over

and over

again,



like a fine

salt lined

second skin

upon our

naked

bodies.


with the

taste of

jack daniels

still christening

our breath.


and the

"do not

disturb" sign

attached firmly

to our

front door.


here we lie

hearts and

bodies

spent.



two souls

crashed

into one

total

surrender.


**** the

canopy

people.

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.

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".

The children poems 4 (for everyone )


I was not
born till
I first
saw your
eyes.

I am
not me
but you,

I have
pieced  my
life together
with the
threads
of all
your beautiful
smiles

and
God felt
moments
that you
have given
me,

and as
time moved
I moved with
you,

and every
moment
of my
life
has been
truly blessed.

different
mothers
but in
the end
all for
me,

and I
have been
undeserving

a pauper
with a kings
bounty
in hand.

my life has
always been
rich because
of you.

and as
I sit
on this
hill and
think of
you I
realize
with crystal
clarity,

my dreams
have  always
been here
before
me,

every time
I looked
into my
children's
eyes.

(for my daughter Madison I wrote this while standing over her crib when she was two years old )


Embrace

the world with

Baby steps,


a million

things in life

will become.

turtle shells

like your

opinion on

things and
people you
come to love,


and they

will only fit

for a

time.

be flexible

watch for

the changes.

in love

and life.


don't get

caught on

your back

little turtle.


remember

licorice

comes in

more than

one flavor.


take

the time

to make

up your

mind.


and then

hold on

as tight

as you can.


first love

is meant to

be pulled

over your

dreams and

be a perfect

fit,


and not

cover your

eyes so

that you

cannot see.


let the

world

always know

that your

there.


and love

is to

be always

given first

without

expectation

and grown.



and tended to

like a garden

our garden,


that you

have been

to us


from the first

day that

you were

born.

6/12/2008



Last week

seven of my

children were

all together for

the first time

in along

time,

.

and as

each one

came into

the room

to greet me.

I felt my roots

grow

deeper and

deeper to

the center

of the

universe.,



and in

their smile

I saw the

smile of

my father,

the smile

of my

mother.,



and as

I drank

in their

laughter

I became

drunk with

life.



and when

night fell

I looked up to

the heavens

took a deep

breath into

my soul.



then I

memorized

every star

and shimmer.

up above

my head,



and I knew

and I

was certain



I had finally

found my

place in

the universe.

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.

(7/1/2010)

Yesterday

morning

I found my

daughter.

she had

been  lost

for five

years..



and three

grandkids

later.



I finally

called her,

the moment

stopped

me dead

in my tracks..



I thought

how did

we ever

get to here.



in a million years

I could not

retrace

my steps.



but then in

a moment

of truth.

I abandoned

my foolish

pride.



and she

let me

walk back

into her

life,



and inside

a piece of me

felt whole

again.



scared over

but healed.



she had

been

the one

much wiser

than me,



the keeper

of the door

held open,



vigilant

waiting

for her

adolescent

father,



to finally

find  his

way home.

The Cinderella
story was
never
about
you.

you are
so much
more.
from beginning
to end.

with your
gypsy
point
of view.

that can
take
a man
down
with a
single
look.

make
him
beg
into the

night,

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

legs
squeezed
tight,

you heart
bleeding
out into
the night.

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

and you
haven't
ever
found it

but your
nails
are black
with the
Indiana
mud,

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

that you
might
of seen
it last.

but still
the slipper
doesn't
fit,

the pumpkin
doesn't
come.

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

cause they
know it

too.

the Cinderella
principle
never really

applied

to you...

The Cinderella
story was
never
about
you.

you are
so much
more.
from beginning
to end.

with your
pirate
point
of view.

that can
take
a man
down
with a
single
look.

make
him
beg
into the

night,

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

legs
squeezed
tight,

you heart
bleeding
out into
the night.

from so
long
ago
when
you lost

a piece

of it

to love.

and you
haven't
ever
found it

but your
nails
are black
with the
Indiana
mud,

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

that you
might
of seen
it last.

but still
the slipper
doesn't
fit,

the pumpkin
doesn't
arrive

and the
mice sit
in the
corner

of the

front porch
eat their
cheese
and look at
you
and laugh.

cause they
know too.

the Cinderella
principle
doesn't
apply

to you.

The Cinderella
story was
never
about
you.

you are
so much
more.
from beginning
to end.

with your
gypsy
point
of view.

that can
take
a man
down
with a
single
look.

make
him
beg
into the

night,

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

legs
squeezed
tight,

you heart
bleeding
out into
the night.

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

and you
haven't
ever
found it

but your
nails
are black
with the
Indiana
mud,

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

that you
might
of seen
it last.

but still
the slipper
doesn't
fit,

the pumpkin
doesn't
come.

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

cause they
know it

too.

the Cinderella
principle
never really

applied

to you...

Once I was

the target

in your eye

for a

moment,



caught there

in your

spider web

mentality.


and I

struggled

for a

10,000 moments

to get

free,


then laughed

at my

myself

when I

did,


on how

ordinary

and simple

and bland



your thoughts

and lies

truly were.


over used

tangled

emotions

of a stupid

burnt

relationship


where all

of my writings

became black eyed

poems of

the closed

****** kind.


that left

me  purpled

bruised and

discarded.


where love

could not

find me.

where love

will not

find you.


but now  I

have found

my falling

star blazing

hot yellow

across

her eyes

melting into

mine,


soaring

laughing

together

as one.


and now

at last

I no longer

wonder

in the

dark..



if your

heart

will

ever learn

to fly

again..

Thoughts of you,

all bundled up

in my heart

like a child

clutching their

blanket in

a cold wind

blow.


I keep

you close

and tight,


a balance of

tears and

dance.


and as

time passes

I worship more

the  moments that

I share

with you.


priceless the

reflection

of my eyes

in yours.


no need

to hide,

I"ve reached

beyond

love's

broken hearted

ends.


and like a

piggy bank

full with

anticipation

waiting for the

binal hammers

blow,


under this sky

I know,


one day

one moment

I will someday

die with

you.

The river
skips and
splashes
against
it's muddy
flesh.

and laughs
and sings
to the
wind.

and then
turns
a bend
and becomes
calm
under
this Cimmaron
sky.

coyote
clouds
lie above

the deep
wet pools
of your
eyes.

where
the big
fish swim,

and mother
earth
comes
to rest
and drink

for a
spell.

to lie
still
in your
*******,

and listen
in tune
to your
heart
beat so
true

so pure

with mine.

me to
you.

and then
back
again.

here
together

as one.

where the
big fish

swim.

The tender

sigh upon

your breath,


the whisper

of something

misplaced

in your

life before.



I hold

near to

my heart ,


and with

all the
pieces

of your
life that
are
you.


I find

peace and

love,


and a
warm

and gentle

place to

place my

soul.


and in

your arms

that embrace

me I am

whole and

you are

whole,


and we

are complete

in love
with
one
another..


we are

one in this

passion
night.

.

where our

sighs
do not

wander
unanswered


and our

dreams

fill the
sky.


and you

open to

receive

me ,

with

trust and

hope in

your sighs.


and I give

you deep

I give you

full.

and

your pleasure

is a
blessing

to my

eyes.

When I see you.

It is all

too familiar,


the turn of

your smile

the toss of

your angel hair.


like  a dream

reaching deep

in my soul,


taking root

in innocence

on this early Sunday

afternoon.


shadows from

our past

cannot find us.,


everything is new.


memories gained

memories lost

become just

idle trinkets of

no consequence

between us.


For now there

is only two,


you and I

bending entwining

our bodies

without sin

to one another,


we hunger

naked unafraid,


reaching for

the baptism

of the sun.


and tomorrow

the first morning

kiss upon

your face.


a moment

to which I

will never

forget.

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,

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

I give
to you,

everything
I possess

and
nothing
less.

A secret
passed

given in
confidence
of heart

from you
to me.

confided
in trust,

held with
a mother's
care.

the guard
has been
set.

boundaries
defined.

seasons
to follow
to be

tended
with grace.

souls to
be harvested
not wasted
to seed.

a child to
dance

by songs

of you..

and under
every  
moon"s ripe
bellied
womb.

from
here to
eternity's
gate.

each day

A prayer
I will
send

to 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.

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.

and time at
this moment

at this
heartbeat

at this
breath

in the

sum of

all things

my love


is you.

Till your
a hundred
and one.

close your
eyes
tight
like a

galleon's
treasure
chest,

and bury
your
dreams

deep
inside
me.

safe
from
pirates
and
wobbly
sorts.

and I
will be
there in
the air
around
you.

dream
calm
serene

like a child
saying the
shepherds
prayer

before
she lays
her head
down to
sleep.

and I will
not sleep

and I

will not

falter

till you

awake

and sing.......