******* people
for i would rather read a single line
of prose to the stillness of a single tree
then to the warm blooded movement
of someone whose soul deadness
far surpassed that of firewood
oh for the sigh of one sympathetic
flower
who understands the wind, the rain
the sun, and the pain
of being born to close to roses
for the only difference between tears
and a single drop of rain
is where the journey began

tiny overseer of my sleep
who see s all with ebony button eyes
of endless depth
the silent observer of my dreams
he descends from a proud ancient line
guardian of all sleeping angels
who remains steadfast
in his quiet place
of seemingly endless  meditation
next to me

oh but one taste of her
upon my lips
but then i would consume her
wholly and entirely
but then and only then
would i know what it is
to dance upon stars
holding the hand of God

how empty is a chair
when so many want to sit
no, its not the space thats there
but all the possibilities
that it held
when the one
that never arrived
might have smiled

who could pass you by
without a breathless gaze
and who would have known
the first day you arrived
a picture window shuttered
from your very presence
ah open stranger
you give so much so soon
hardly time for caresses
before you drop your velvetine clothes
onto the floor
saying goodby