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.

good night kiss

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

till you

awake...

The gentle
turn of
your smile.

a gift
of heart.

your chest
rises
and falls.

moods
of siren
yearnings
fill the
room.

situation
adorable.

a poet's
words
dangled
out of
place.

the
sweet
smell
of you.

the magic
of the
air as
you walk
through
my dreams.

touching
here
laughing
there,

like
a Arcangel
in flight.

wings to
carry
me away.

far from
view.

to the
places
where
all good
things
go.

to shed
their
lies
and reveal
themselves.

on God's
cutting
floor.

where the
two
becomes
one.

and the
one,
is
never
two

again.

I could sit

on this beach

with you

till eternity

tires and

makes it

way to

weary rest.


we could

drink coffee

between friends

and spin

and toss

a midnight

naked tale

or too.


and truth

and honesty

would bathe

us and

patience and

friendship

would take

us gently

by the

hand,


just as if it

had been waiting

for us here

for a life

time.


or if

this moment

as all

we have


look

into your

eyes and

forget all

else,

and you

would be

well with

me,

and I would

be your

caretaker

at your

side.

and nothing

else

would matter,


but this

single star

I see in

the sky

tonight.

And hearts
lie bleeding.

in your
open
arms
tonight.

an unkind
waste
of sugar
kisses.

and silhouettes
finding faith
naked
in the
dark..

this night
hungers
for sincerity.

and the
bare
bones
of your
past
lover's
dried
will not
do.

nor the
quiet
whispers
of untrue
suitors lying
at your
feet.

that is
why night
is the
time
I always
think
of you.

so you
will always
know,

that in
the cold
that in
the black.

you are
never
ever
truly

alone.

In the

morning when

I first

open my

eyes,



could I

once see

your calico

smile

before me.



gift of

a gypsy



your eyes

the depth

of an ocean

still.



I sit

before you

writing these

poems to

you

as  a debt

that I owe

to you.



words for

you to live

by,



in all of

my dreams

that surround

you.



and the things

that you

have loaned

me are

simply

these words

to you

that I write.



in comfort

for your

solitude a

blanket to

wrap around

your head

and heart..



and in

the redemption

of all

things tender

and righteous



your jelly

bean smile

graces me



and suddenly

the universe

is a beautiful

place.....

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
golden
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 my
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.

Between
my God
and river
and earth.

your breath
your
open
heart,

is the
only constant
of the universe
inside
my imagination.

questions lie
unanswered,

like so many
pawns
left
unplayed
on a stone
tablet
chessboard
in a park.

and my
thoughts
fall to
you.

and my
open
hand
reaches
for you.

and the
crimson
color of
dusk
turns
to ash,

and star
gates
hide
in the
deepest
parts
of space.

where
your dreams
lie


and my
thoughts
and dreams
lie
with you.

unashamed
only
pure
in touch.

and I
am certain.
the
sun only
rises

because

it knows
to where
you
are.

it wasn't
till I first
saw you,

that I
first held
forever
in my
eyes.

a hard
choice of
reality,

a deep dive
into all
that was
unknown
to me.

it was
a hole
in my
soul
bled dry,

of doubt
and innocence.

a celestrial
rainbow across
my sight,
with only
the color
of two.

and then
the mating
to one

tonight.

deep pools
in your eyes
of a amber
honey
pour.

stature in
your walk
like a
princess
receiving
a crown
in some
procession
from long
ago.

and you
move through
your day
with the
confidence
of no
stone left
unturned
or question
unanswered.

and where
might your
day dreams
play,

and laughter
echo under
the mid
winter
solstice
sun.

and who
might get
the gift
of the
shelter
of your
angel
smile.

for a moment
to bask
in it's
celestial
warmth.

not I.

the day
will
begin and
end.

and I
will
be the
lesser
for it.

I dream
just outside
your smile.

just close
enough
for you
to know
that I
am there.

brushing
your hair
with a
touch,

moving
to reach
for your
hand with

a thought.

in a
moment
of my
own
redemption,

and stars
shine
brighter
in your
eyes,

than I
have ever
seen
before.

and what's
to think
of this
moment,

but to
live it
with all
of my
heart.

A last

surrendered

slumber

in your

eyes

reaches out

to the night,


and all

the stars

in heaven

come to

rest over

you.


and I

come to

sit and

applaud

everything

that is

you,


and all

of the

wishes that

you keep.

and what is

to become

of your

midnight

thoughts

of wonder,


the skipping

and jumping

of calico

cats over

the moon.


as I

wish and hope

for your

joys and

tribulations

of faith.


tell me

your stories,


trust me with

your words

untethered,


let your

heart

be a

full flown

kite in

the sky.


stay here

where children

laugh and

poets cry,


and tomorrow

is a moment,


that we

hope will

never come.

Your turn

my bones

to dust.


without a

thought or

consequence.


and no

matter how

many times

I make

love to

you ,


you always get

up from

our bed

leave.


and days

later I

can still

feel your

teeth

in my

chest

as I

breathe.


and I

fear my

punctured heart

is losing air.


but that

is never a

concern for

you.


only myself

and your

stable of

one night

lovers.


who share

the marks

of the

beast with

me as well.


and the

unholy feeling

that our souls

have been

eaten alive.


and our

eyes have

been

torn out

and hurled

through the

face of

the sun...

In the baptism
of your
exhaustion

from the

night before.


I would guard
your sleep.

and prop
your head
upon my
chest.

let my thoughts
pour over
you,
like a soft
rain.

I would tend
your garden
while you
slept, and
play
like a
child with
your tangled

angel hair.

I would hum you
a melody in
your ears.
and keep your fears
at bay...

I would sit
and watch
you sleep.

In hope that
in the morning
when you
awake.

we would be


everything.

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.

She sleep walks

from one

relationship

into another like

a drunken sailor

trying to get

to sleep in a

stranger's  bed.



titering here,

slouching there,

trying desperately

to hold

some kind

of emotional

compass.


but there

is none.


only jagged pieces

of  broken

" I love you's"

lying naked

on her

bedroom

floor.


pointing upward

pristine

testimonials

waiting

to invoke their

****** and

pointless solitude

on yet another

aborted

relationship.



it is a

nowhere

wasteland

between

heaven and

hell.


her personal

hereafter.


and from

the first step

out of

her bed

you bleed.

bleed deep,


and you

realize her

bed was never

a refuge


it was as

sacrifice.


and you

slept a

fool.

first kiss

give to me

just about

everything

that you

are.


hold nothing

back but

what you

need too.


fill your

life

with trust

and naked

evening

and sighs

that even

the moon

will hear.


find root

in us

and let

us be

everything

we ever

dreamed.


first kiss

I felt

all these

things.


take not even

one step

from me,


so I can

always

find you

here.

The pauses between

the moments

in our lives,

never go

unanswered or

wasted upon something

or someone so

much less.



there is a

rhythm between

us and a

still like

when the

sun first

breaks over

the horizon line.



and everything

in the world

begins again.



and so there

my thoughts

and prayers find

you.

on a walk

in a garden

in a dream

half imagined.



and i have not

wandered far.



for how good

I for now a

part of you

defines me.



and now I

am the better

for it.

like flowers

buried under

winter's first

snow, or the incoming

tide chasing away

the outward sea.



I am here next to

you in heart.

and that has made me

a better man

indeed.



and that has

made all

the difference

of day to

night and

whispers to

song in

your eyes.

your heart
rests at
God's side,

the beating
is deep and
full measure.

I dance
in and out
of your
smile,

like a
child playing
in the
sprinklers
under a
hot summer
sky.

your hair
falls across
your face
in gentle
arcs of
grace and
fall colors,

and as
time
moves by

I wish again
upon your
eyes,

that we
could be
12 and
summer
would never
end,

and that
the cool
splash of
facet water
would last

forever.

And what

is to become

of our winter

shadows

and conscience

stories



if we do

not share

them most

between us.



let my

watercolor

memories

bleed on

to your

page and

yours to

mine.



to sit

on an English

hill and close

tight your

eyes

and share

our life

conversations

back and forth

in prayers.



our voices

like the echos

of an

ocean wave

between two

great ocean

shells.,



your voice

do I hear

whenever

I close

my eyes.



and wish

upon your

dreams,



that you

share with

me tonight.

Fingers stretched
by fate
of open hands
lie still upon
the hillside
sloping grass,

hoping
to reach
out to you
and pull
you on
top of me..

my imagination
chasing teddy
bear clouds

running across
the open sky
that I wish
I could
see reflected
back at me
in your eyes.

lost for
a moment
in the
grey shadows
of this day.

I stop and
dream
of you.

and for
a moment
you are here.

and suddenly

it is like no

place I

have ever

known,

it must be

the moment

when everything

before us

dies.

and love

lies naked

in our

eyes.

and eternity
smiles.

I could
not bathe
here alone
without
you.

find solace
'in my mid
day tub.

kick my
tired socks
off
to the
laundry,

without
us to
massage
each others
feet.

taste the
droplets
of nectar
from your
full blossom
*******.

feel your
naked
hips lie
back
close between
my legs.

and then
to arise
from our
tub
in pleasure,

and sun
dry
upon our
bed.

as this
mid day
ritual has
become
us.

we smile.

and to
it we
daily

run.

You roll
off his side
of the bed.

like a prisoner
just released
from jail,

and wander
in melancholy
around
your room

tripping in
your life
over the
remains
of him
and

the pain

of empty

spaces.

the dance
partner lost.

now there is
no order
to the
movement
to your day

the sun
kisses
you
cold.

and your
love
retreats

to hidden

far away
places...

and winters
of betrayal
and pain

that only
few hearts

can bear.

and from
where even
fewer

hearts are
ever heard
from

again..

In your

words I

have come

to embrace you.

in your shadows

and in your

light.


your poems

feel like

warm slippers

upon my feet.


comfortable and

full of conscience

like a

break in

an ocean's wave


or a hug

from an old

friend when

you most

needed it.


and open are

your eyes

to the world

and open is

your heart

to those

of us here,


who reach out

to drink more

of you,


like a fine wine

slipping smooth

and easy

down my

.parched old

throat.


I could

live my

life drunk

on you.


and still

I would

still be

wanting more.


like an

old pirate

on high

seas dancing,


still I

would be

wanting more.

She gave so little,


towards the

end of our

relationship.


I felt like a pigeon,


you know the kind

the ones in her

kaleidoscope life

that all

look alike,


all at the park

begging for

scraps.


scraps of

her time,

scraps of

her emotions

scraps of

her life.


it is a

sad reality

to realize your

eating leftovers

from  someone else's

hand,


and that there

is nothing you

can do about it.


the time has run out

your wings have

been clipped,


now it is

just a matter

of time before

the big fat

Chelsea cat

catches you

out in the open


and puts yours

eyes to dead.


but once you

wrote poetry

for her eyes

only,


and you looked

at the moon even

though she

was thousands of  

miles away.


and then

she trapped

you in a park

began feeding

you little pieces

of her heart.


all the while

she was just

fattening you

up for the

big cat's dinner.


the moment right after

her goodbye,


the moment

love

hit you right

between the

eyes.

The taste

of goodbye

on her

la la

lips,


hot breath

as she

opens

her mouth

for the

last time


just for

me.


her kid

playing like

an orphan

child neglected

in the next

room.

her mother

and I

lying naked

across her

bed

exhausted

on this

sunday

afternoon.

radio:s

on in

the next

room,


no song

that rings

a bell

or stirs

a particular

memory.


just this

infectious

moment

in her

siren

eyes,


and the

deepest

thought

knowing

that I

shall

never

feel this

way again.


and a

caption

above

our heads

that we

may both

live to

regret

this passing

sorrow.

I the

compass

now broken,

her the

shape in

the clouds

that you

think you

see something

for a

moment,


and then

in the

next moment

it is

forever

gone.

Last night
I kicked
around
in my
head

listened
calm
to my
heart,

and then
in my
mind in

the tenderest

of places
I found
a picture
of you.

it set
the edge
to the
moon,

and stars
and all
of the
comets
streaking
across
the sky
on fire..

and in
the moments
between
heart beats
were the
ties that
bind us.

the half
wink
in your
eyes,

the look
that
moves
me.

like jelly
over
peanut
butter.

tasted
moist
from
your
lips

for the
very
first
time.

tonight.

(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..

We dance

around it

like awkward

3 legged

chickens.


surrender,


before the

world strips

away any

hope our

hearts might

have left.


I'm' in

your wish

closet now,


you put

me there

all for

yourself,


and I

willingly

closed the

door behind

us.


no questions

that way ,

only promises

to us,


and on

the edge

of your

town

you will

dream  to me

by yourself.


in your

beautiful

disguise,


in the

words that

you write,


lost the

watch that

he gave you

years ago

on your

left wrist,


it just didn't

tell time

like it used

too it

just didn't

fit anymore.


and I look

in your eyes,

and I see

you,


not like

he does.


he did once

but that

was a long

time ago.


when time

stood still

every time he

looked at you,


and these

brick roads

suddenly came

alive,


your here

now with me

and let's

let nature

take it's

course.


your secrets

give them

room

to breathe,


so when You

look at me

you will know


your closet

wishes are

safe with

me.


without fear

without hesitation


and to

ignore them

our love would

surely die.

You are somewhere

else now,


Running full

speed,


a bat

out of

hell could

not hope

to catch

you.


and I can

only peep

through

the key hole

of your

leftover

thoughts

to catch

a glimpse

of who

you might

be deep

inside.


but I

am certain

that your

dreams

run still

and deep ,

and your

battles are

many,


and in

your mind

the  armor

that you

wear around you

is righteous

and equal

to any task.


but it will

always make

me feel

safer now,


to know

that I am

here and

you are

there,


even though

I will

never understand

those reasons.


it is

a clear

choice that

you made

about  us

a long

time ago..


like the

moment

when a

a child

first learns


how to lie.

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.

The sigh
of your

angel

breath.

the deep
reflection
of your
universal
eyes.

and then
the quiet
gentle
surrender,

of my
open
soul
to you.

to that
place
that is
calm
and safe
and warm.

timeless
in
it's
presence.

rolling
and full
like
a Pacific
ocean
wave.

and all
that
is in
this moment
is the
promise
of your
smile.

and the
beating
of your
heart.

and the
treasure
that is
rich
and pure.

your friendship
and sky.

naked to
my eyes.

Whispered
words
between
us.

your
midnight
lavender
lipstick
a godsend
to my
lips.

we are
spirits
bonded,

but not
to the
mercy
of flesh.

we dream
deeply in
a million
colors,

painting
big white
billy goat
clouds in
our rainbow
dreams.

like children
playing in
a school
yard after
dark.

retreating
from the
idea of
ever having
to go home..

from one
moment to
the next.

we soar
without

prejudice
of lost
innocence.

our feet
never
to touch
the ground

again.

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.

Sometimes

at night

I wake

with a

mad man's

torn and

bitter

soul.



and a

mad man's

hard and

tempered

heart.



it is here

that the

years

have carried

me,



to all these

unanswered

questions

of life's

struggles.



all of

the people

around me

who have

been stained

by their

tears of love

as they

come and

go.



as they

come and

go.



but not

you,



the spark

is in

your eyes.



you have

settled

here.



and there

is a

calm

wake upon

the water

that is

all around

you



and you

move in

rhythm

with him

in your

heart and

mind,



and God as

your witness



on your

wedding day,



love will

make

you an

angel of

innocence

again,



and you

will fall

like

natures

******

snow upon

a Colorado

field.



to cover

your love



from life's

cold winters

night



to arise

in spring



renewed.



with your

lover's

first kiss

of morning

upon your

lips,



and

his smile

inside your



eyes that

anyone

can see.



that anyone

can see....



you have

found your



heart again.

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.

Put my

head on your

belly and

;let us

lie under

the grace of

this Christian

sky of blue.


Piece with

me all

of the wonders

and circumstance

and tell

me how this

life has

made you

you.

and I will

laugh and

celebrate and

dance through

your heavenly

journey.


and your

voice will

be a river

for me

to glide

upon,


and your

hand will

be a rudder

to guide

my way,


to these

places of

you that

you have

offered few.

your words

like black and white

pearls you

birth to

me and

the depth

of your eyes

is a great

ocean to

dream upon.


I the pauper

you the

music for

all to hear.

and in

this universe,

in the wink

of an eye


you are

everything.

In a
troubled
dawn.

I will
be there.

when you
need me

to breathe
into you
under
ashes
spent.

in hollows
of your
life where
nothing
is left
to grow.

be at
dawn
naked
to my
sight.

in the
beauty
that
God
intended.

blend
in harmony
to the
calypso
wind,

and I
will dance
again
with you

no holding
back.

in skies
of black
and blue.

It is 1030 a.m.
on a
a March
monday
morning

the magic
of your
eyes fall
over me,

and as
I look at
you,

in each
heartbeat
there is
a falling
off from
one to
the next.

deep drops
of anticipation
and great
urgency
to catch
my next
breath.

you are
a wonder
to all
that are
around
you.

a  song that
when once
heard
no one
can ever
get out
of their
head.

nor would
they ever
want to.

I learned
that lesson
long ago.

the sun will
follow the
moon and
then the
moon surrender
it's sky
again .

for millions
of years it
has been
adorn by
the stars
this way.

like you.
and your
timeless
beauty

it is
my only
explanation.

of you
that I

believe.

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.

It's a
us day,

lying your
daydreams
against
the hard
back bark
of a
tilted
sycamore
tree,

watching
the child
of your
past
rise
up in
your eyes
to meet me.


so many
changes
between
then and
now.

young
and old.

so many
impressions
and curves
etched
on the
character
of our
lives

no longer
afraid to
look in
the mirror,

without
a prayer
first,

to ease
the view
of our
hearts.

and I

for now
I will
never
let anything
hurt
you,

or bring
you down.

or let
you ever
be cold,

you have
my words
to wrap
around
you

for all
of that.

may you
read me
and feel
me,

for all
the days
of your
life.

under this
sycamore
sky..

against this t

tilted tree

could
anything else
be more

beautiful than

that.

under black

night star lite,


I would be

your pillow,

and my dreams

your sheltered

grace.


and in

these moments

of salvation

I would give

you all

that I am.


the travels

of many roads

the tears

of many hearts.


I would lay

down upon

your dreams

and cover them

with mine.


a thousand miles

away ,



only a

moment"s  wink

in time,


when I

hold close

this moment

and  think of

it  as mine.

we had

a training wheel

love affair.


never quite

certain of
the balance of

our relationship

or feelings.


we were

a little too

tuff, we were

a little to

Evil kienevil

in love.


everything

had a first love

grace about

it.

love's blinders

were taken off.


and for awhile

we ran

like wild horses

in each other's

hearts.


we could barely

catch our

breath.


and then

it happened.

we became

things that

you never play

with again.


I fell,

you fell.

and there was

nobody there

to stop our

fall. and


then at fourteen

years old I learned

unfortunately,


things you never

play with again.


can sometimes
be people...

There will
always be
things in
the world
that can
only be
described as
one and
two.

faith and
love,

whispers and
intimacy,

the image of
your body
in my

bed at

night.

there will
never be
a moment

in my life

that I would

ever
not recognize
you,

and you
me.

and doubt
has always been
forever  
outside of
us
,
like stars
shining
outside
canopy clouds
of black.

this sky
will always
belong
to us.

like one
and two

never yearning,

never seeing
anything else.

i have
broken
my cocoon
for you,

I sit wet
and new
before
your touch.

and in
a day's
life let
me float
before your
gypsy
eyes,

and catch
your breath
beneath
my wings,

so I
might feel
love in
everything
that is
you,

hold me
upon your
wrist and
wonder
of God's
beauty of
creation,

and whisper
a prayer
to open
my monarch
wings to
sky,

and I will
rise to
your spirit,

and one
day I
will reach
forever
in your
smile.

and at
that
moment
I will be
exactly
where I
want to
be,

and death
will not
find me
wanting
here.

in this
moment
with
you,

for it is
far more
than
I ever
could of
dreamed,

that a
single
day could

ever be...

the rolling

of your

tongue

deep

in the back

of my

mouth,



it is

like a

carnival

of the

senses.



the teasing

of your

kisses on

my neck,



the nibbles

of your

teeth

on the

back of

my ear.



innocence

at play.



and your

breathing

I would know

anywhere.



for now

it is

the same

as mine.



and I can't

wait to

kiss you

again.

It's a  perfect day,

and the

salt air

kisses your

cheeks,



and he

strokes back

your hair

with the hands

you trust

and perhaps

even love.



seagulls

circling and

it's not even

a thought

in your

head that

they might all

of gathered

here to

circle you.



as the

day retires on



Oddly he seems

out of sorts

withdrawn

secretive

in thoughts.



Then he

lines up

his sights

and rushes into

the moment.



and  his words

stand to

attention

one after

The other,



ready for the

command

to attack,



to pillage

their mark.

to leave

no survivors.

not even



You!  



right between

the eyes. He says



" I have slept with someone else"



a ******* intimacy.



and the

seagulls begin

to fury.



love is

now a chill

in your

bones



a faceless

memory bleeding

out upon

the dock.



and  your lungs

gasp for air,



and fumble

with the

basic process

of oxygen

and hydrogen

inside your

heart.



or what is

left of it.



and suddenly

your realize



your naked

ashamed

and a fool.



and he

has left you

here for

seagulls prey,



caring less

running mad.



on this  

less than



perfect day.

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,

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

I give
to you

and
nothing
less.

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.

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.