Excuse me,
Would it trouble you terribly so
If I barrowed this seat
This empty seat
And,
If I may impose can I steal a minute, or three?

And I simply must ask the name by which you have chosen.
For it will be known
That on this crisp morning of little significance by time
Or season,
I was given the name of an angel.

Ahah!
Yes!
Infect me with your smile
The whimsical one I spied from across this very room.

Oh but please, don’t hide your smile so lovely,
For I crave it already
And besides,
Your eyes simply cannot lie!

But wait!
You twirl your hair?
Do I make you nervous?
Surely it’s the contrary,
I swear!

You see my heart is a flutter and my stomach is churning
My mind is racing
And I am just hoping
Hoping you won’t notice

My palms are sweaty
I am speaking far too quickly,
Or that my foot is subconsciously tip-tap tapping away

But despite my anxiety threatening to steal my lips I must press on

Where were you born?
What city or town, did you or do you call home?
And I hope I’m not intruding
But do you come from a small or large family?

You ask my name and return every question in kind but I assure you my answers are rather unimportant,
And besides our time is short
And my heart is burning
I fear I cannot wait a second or minute longer

So I ask before I go
May I share another conversation over breakfast or dinner?
For it really doesn’t matter

And if you answer “no”
Just know that I will be fine
For I feared I hardly had a chance.

Scratch that
My heart will break and cry
But it comes as no surprise.

But with your fair grace I have my answer
And with elation and dread I chance to see you again.

You win.
You draw me in.
I'm trapped again
inside this Heavenly Hell.
A lovely, torturous place
where visions of what was
and what might be
dangle like hooks
that pierce my heart,
A solitary utopia,
where stained glass dreams
slosh throughout
my whimsical mind.
I enjoy
the ******* burning
of the sensual fire
that destroys me
in the most magical way
until I
once again
fall from your grace.

Sprinting through the meadow--
Sun warmly brushing skin.
Tickled by the wild grass
As afternoon games begin:
Exploring creeks and forests
And all that lives within.
Scrapes and bruises commemorating
The quest for long lost kin.

Tiptoe through the garden;
Whisper through the tress.
In illuminated darkness,
Be hushed by rustling leaves.
Flowering rows exposed
So as to be kissed by passing bees;
Dancing down the aisles,
Damp earth cooling your bare feet

Sitting on the window sill,
Watching the passing day.
Attention turned towards the hearth
Once night takes the view away.
Surrounded by the things you know,
Comfortable in the array.
Simple now, was simple then
And simple may they stay.

By day,
wondrous
miracles
seem to
fade...
though be it
more light
to betray.
      
By night,
the stars
and moon
intently
portray
a better view
of the
world
around us.

cat's cradles to rest your weary head tonight
careful of nightmare claws, melt shadows into
licorice for bitter tongues
     you're getting there,
close your eyes and
jump if you're burning bridges when you get to them
empty shadows and abandoned masterpieces
you are dagger-sharp in fragile places and
blurred at the edges
     miserable melodies condense you into sand.
whisper rusted penny whistle secrets to
the wind, they do not care for spilled trust
all your dreams are diamond dust
the ocean breeze will
blow them towards satellites to
blink like newborn stars

Maybe you died
Maybe you went to space
Maybe you moved to Alaska
Or maybe you changed your face
You might have finally disappeared
You might be just be a ghost
Or maybe you were always a figment of my imagination
Or I was your earthly host
You must have dropped off of the earth
In a quick blind of an eye
But I can't remember the last day we actually talked
Maybe that makes it alright

How soft the breezes blow,
Along the morning way,
The leaves do dance to let us know,
Our troubles have flown away.

And in this pretty sunlit scene,
The mists roll slow away,
To say that chapter one is done,
And now comes the rest of the day.