Eat the sun.


then
pull the

rotted roots
out from
her naked
soul.

**** dry
her tender
marrow
bones.

she will
not be
saved.

let love
fall deaf,

to her
Sunday
school
prayers
and hollow
pleas.

God will
not listen
to her.

she threw
it all
away.

to be this.

and less
than this.

mother with
a neglected

child.

on her
back
constantly
looking up
at peeled

off colored

ceilings
of despair.

and as I
sit in the
corner.

with this
half moon
smile.

I keep
the secret

to all

of this
to myself.


that once.

she was
truly

loved.,

and so

beautiful

to my

naked eyes.

There is
a prelude
to your
smile,

and my
thoughts
some days
bask
there,

like a
jungle
cat
in shade
on a
steamy
hot jungle
afternoon.

and I
drift in
and out
of dreams,

like a
boat
arching
above
and below
the crests
of each
approaching
ocean wave.

not caring
of height
or depth
or direction
or wind,

but only
that I
am with
you for
this moment
sharing
this space
in time,

and dancing
with you
in God's
full view.

and suddenly
at midnight

my time

I imagine

you waking
far across the

Atlantic ocean,

sleep blossoms

still in your eyes,


and suddenly I

see your smile,



and righteously

this moment

becomes
the best
dream

of all.

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.

the positioning of souls


you may

weep to cleanse

my face,


I may

sing to

bring

joy to

your day.


and the

streams blend

to rivers


and sunlight

warms the belly

of high

clouds.


and we

are each

of these

things.


not one

more or

less

than the

other,


open wide

around me,


hold your

arms unforgiving

around my soul


let me feel

your cycles

as they

weave

around

me,


with truth

honor and passion

for all that you

do..


and just

as God

the creator

has placed

the moon perfect

from the earth,


and placed

the sun

perfect

to the

universe.


so has

he placed

you and I


to each other.


no darkness...


blending

as one...


a destiny


not two...

We move
in the
tides
of one
another
without
thought.

we feel
the warmth
of one
another
without
skin.

I navigate
to you
under a
pitch black
sky.

with a
harlequin
compass
of heart.

in giving

in forgiveness

to God.

and all
I want
to be

in these
moments

humbleness
and grace.

is this
reflection,

in your
angel
heart

in your

angel eyes

tonight.

love is
a highway.

that we
travel the
back
roads to
fate's
beginnings
and uncertain
endings.

that leave
us all
weary,

and confused
by the
headlights
of destiny's
verdicts
in our
eyes.

and the
lies
of first
kisses,

and naked
rides home
of our
youth.

the getting
on and
the getting
off of
one another.

and the
journey
carries us
and the
road
shapes us,

and the
grooves
and cracks
leave us,

for dead
sometimes.

alone on
the side
of the
road,

or squinting
hard
into life's
rear view
mirror,

trying to
recognize
someone
you thought
you knew
a long long
time ago.

or looking
across a
bed and
whispering
to the dark

a name
you vaguely
want to
remember.


love is a
highway

like that
sometimes,
.
that leaves
us passing
one another
in the night.

a broken
white line

you try
your best
to always
know

what
side
you are
on.

So easy
to slip
in and
out of
thought
with you,

like clouds
playing
peek a boo
with the
sun on
a high
sky
timeless
day.

sitting
here
testing
my fortune
every time
you come
into my
view.

you are
now in
me in so
many
places
that
I call
home.

and you
are always
welcomed
here.

like a
surprise
I knew
nothing
about.

a kiss
I never
saw
coming.

you are
a fortune
found

a seed
in my
blood.

a laugh
that makes
me unexpectedly
see myself

in you.

You are
the dream
of everything,

the sum of
all my
thoughts,


the slumber
while I
sleep,

as the
peace
and blessing
of your
smile,
falls over
me

you are
the pieces
of my
night
that I
remember.

the warmth
in my
soul
that I
carry with
me through
out
my day,

till night
returns
me to
you

and our
thousand
dreams
till

dawn.

You have
become
to me

a river to
float
my spirit
away
on.

the tenderest
of places
to plant
a prodigal

poet's
seed.

where the
emotional trees
in my life
were cut
down
cold,

and left
to barren
long ago.

naughty
at the
sight
of you.

joyous
in celebration
at the

thought of 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



from your

first dream

to your

last dream

tonight.

The bleeding

to white

and all

that may

come.


the unfeeling

of everything

I have

come to

hold dearly

in my

heart.


somehow

I know

in that

darken

place.


you will

still

find me

there.


and you

will calm

my spirit,


and paint

my sky,


and fall

like a

mid-winters

night

dream

over me


and I slumber

I will  catch

your sorrow,

and shelter

your pain,


and not

let a

broken

heart

take one

moment

from you.


true in

spirit

you

and I.


and the

falling

of clouds

will surround

us,


and the

crying of

seasons

lost will

echo in

our bones.


but only

truth will

be seen

in our

eyes


and only

love

will color

our sky...

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.

an 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 outskirts

of our lives.

Salt and
pepper
clouds begin
circling
overhead,

wind slithering
through the
grass deep

and ominous
like a serpent

spreading sin.

red leaves
brown leaves

in this

solstice

afternoon
burning
hot and

and then

hotter,

then falling
to the
ground
exhausted.

summer
scratching
at my
window
sills,

cracking paint

fading all

color to

white,

regret
taking
hold of
my tired
bones,

and throwing

them away

like day old

left overs

from a

funeral"s

wake.

my breath
shallows
uncertain

as if the
next one
might never
come.

sorrow a
shredded bed
I lay my
soul within.

no rest

for a love
that  dies

alone..

Once I believed

that happiness

was you and I

dancing riding across

white popcorn skies.



sometime ago

I lost that

dream.



and now If you

stay for

a moment

and watch with

the stealth

of an alley cat

over an evening

gopher hole,



you will see

too that there

is nothing

if not a

belly full

of lies

in her eyes.



what was once

will never

be again.



tear and burn

her wedding

dress black,



and then

hold its memories

down in

the river

to their

last breath.



drown



all of it's

promises in

this night.



Her deep

kisses now

become no more

than places

where old men

bury their

souls.



I met her

a life time ago.



now all that

is left of me.



is a hole through

the back of my

heart.



now for me



love is a dungeon

with a dragon

glistening   and cold

sleeping inside.



and broken

white stallions

with saddles

lying empty

in the dark.



fallen reminders

of a dream

of white popcorn skies

and you.

an ugly

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 yourself

you are

an angel of

the stars,



to the

evening

canopy of

black.



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.

Time
has left
space.

love has
consumed all
that lived
before it.


like a tapestry
pulled
tightly
over
her heart
she hides
in the solitude
of silence.

she wears
love's
broken
promises
around
her neck,
like a
small
child
a sweater
that doesn't
fit.

tugging at it
here
pulling at it
there.

color all wrong

style out

of date.

an uncomfortable
circumstance.

leaving
no survivors.

only doubts

and questions

of his leaving,


and the hole

in the sweater

above her

heart,


where something

was taken


and never

given back.

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.

Crinkled smiles,

leftover

******* jacks

buried deep

between my

couch"s

hot leather

cushions.


sticky fingers,

still moistened

from safari

adventures

from head

to toes.


chests rising

trying to

find balance

by taking in

big gulps

of air..


making love

with you

spontaneously

again and

again

on a sunday

afternoon.


is like going

to the

circus when

I was a child

.
big tops,

lots of goodies.

wild animals

dancing..

and carnival rides

that take

my breath

away.......

Often
we fall.
in the
sunrise
of a
moment.

free
souls.

out of
the back
drop
of a
tangerine
sky.

hearts
beating
loud,

last breaths
held dear.

and it
is not
just
pretty
words
to say.

that under
these
mellow
honey dew
evening
lights,

that my
thoughts
of you
are always
sprinkled
with salt
and pepper
clouds

to dream
upon.

and that
your
foot prints,

in the
thoughts
in my
head
always ,

fit so
easily
into
mine.

when
we ask
nothing..

want
nothing

like soil
to seeds.

breath
to life.

water
to rivers.

we move

to one
another.

tonight.

So easy
to slip
in and
out of
thought
with you,

like clouds
playing
peek a boo
with the
sun on
a high
sky
timeless
day.

sitting
here
testing
my fortune
every time
you come
into my
view.

you are
now in
me in so
many
places
that
I call
home.

and you
are always
welcomed
here.

like a
surprise
I knew
nothing
about.

a kiss
I never
saw
coming.

you are
a fortune
found

a seed
in my
blood.

a laugh
that makes
me unexpectedly
see myself

in you.

In the
corner
of your
fairy
tale
life.

your
beauty
holds
fast ,

like a
falling
star
forever
leaving
it's
fire light
into
the black.


I see
you.

walking
across
your
bedroom
floor,

with the
shards
of broken
hearts
cutting
through
your feet.

and I
know
you have
been
the final
dream
to many.

and the
last
breath
of a
few.

and all
I can
do is
applaud
your
appetite
for love.

and deep
kisses.

that mean
everything.

for waking
in the
middle of
the night.

to celebrate
the fourth
of July,

every night
in your
bed.

and now
I sit
here
encompassed
by you.

like a
child held

forever in

your spell.

such are
the last
dreams

of men.

I read

very carefully

the words

you write,



it is like

walking through

a ditch of

broken

pieces of

glass that

have been

thrown before

me.



i wish

you were

here to

guide me,



because

with each

piece of

you I try to

pick up

and hold

I bleed.



such are

the edges

around your

words.



but I bleed

gladly,



it is something

I do for

you without

question or

hesitation or

doubt.



so I

will stay awhile

on this page

with your

words tonight.



your poems

offer much.



and if

it kills

me I

will be

standing here,



waiting for

you someday



when you

walk out

the other

side.

Morning shines

to illuminate

your body,

the quiver of

your *****

as I move

my hands

between

your open

legs.


the begging

of your breath

as you anticipate

my every

move.


the arching

of your back

as your body

reaches

up to fine

it's heavenly

union with

mine..


and the full wet

kisses always

the full wet

kisses,


that bring

me home to

you again.

in the
blessing
of trust


I throw
your words
into a
crooked
mountain
pool,

and then
relish in
the ripples
of you
that come
back to
cover me.

to embrace
your calico
eyes,

hold your
hand
and really
mean it.

find you
deep under
morning
covers,

and then
to just
watch you
sleep.

chocolate
swirl
surprise
ice cream
caked
upon your
lips.

your angel
hair falling
across your
face.

certainly this
must be how
a universe
begins.

here this
morning

with you.

and beautiful
lies within
you,

there
inside
your eyes.

and a
million
thoughts
and dreams
of mine
come true.

held still
inside
your
heart.

and romance

is your
touch,

and passion

the tear
that bleeds,

down
across
your
rose
pedal
lips.

at midnight

when lovers
love.

and destiny
becomes
fate.

and time
leaves

us here

together.

where are
shadows are
one,

and God
cries in joy
to know
that in
this life
that we
are  finally
here.

And I

would not

let any

black thought

ever find you,



I would tend

to your dreams

like a



sheppard his

flock as

you sleep.



and calm

your whispers

and kindle

your dreams

of joy and youth.



doubt and despair

will not

find you,



for as you

sleep I

am there

for you to

trust and

lean upon,



our roots

run deep.

no wind

would ever

bend my

diligence and

thought of you.



and my

care for

your dreams

are beyond

the moon

and back again.



till morning finds

you awakening,



and my dreams

begin a

thousand miles

away.

(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...

Perhaps in
your eyes
is there
a color
just for
me..

a blessing
never given
before

unconditionally.

a hue
of love
and laughter
and life,

a bridge
between
us that
no one
else
can travel?

when you
cry let
my arms
fall around
you,

stay within
my breath
and body's
warmth.

when you
suffer let
your soul
open
and come
to confession,

to take
me in
without
judgment
or hesitation.

let the
moments
we share
be every
thing,

be the
trademark

in every
moment
that
you live.

and at
night
lie with
me there
still..

in heaven's slumber.

not confused
or obligated
by love's
awkward
physical
desires..

be only
giving
and accepting
and embracing
in our
bodies
open
pleasure,

in every
moment
that
our bodies
touch.

be my
vessel
to fill
and drink,

to hold
and be
drunk in
the magic of
your open
eyes..

that look
into this
world
and the
next.

and see
my seed
buried
deep
inside
you.

to the
place
where
prayers are
answered

to the
bed where
you will
never be
alone

to cry.

You are
the dream
of everything.

the slumber
while I
sleep,

as the
peace
and blessing
of your
smile,
falls over
me

you are
the pieces
of my
night
that I
remember.

the warmth
in my
soul
that I
carry with
me through
out
my day,

till night
returns
me to
you

and our
thousand
dreams
till

dawn.

In the
corner
of your
fairy
tale
life.

your
beauty
holds
fast ,

like a
falling
star
forever
leaving
it's
firelight
into
the black.


I see
you.

walking
across
your
bedroom
floor,

with the
shards
of broken
hearts
cutting
through
your feet.

and I
know
you have
been
the final
dream
to many.

and the
last
breath
of a
few.

and all
I can
do is
applaud
your
appetite
for love.

and deep
kisses.

that mean
everything.

for waking
in the
middle of
the night.

to celebrate
the fourth
of July,

every night
in your
bed.

and now
I sit
here
encompassed
by you.

like a
child held

forever in

your spell.

such are
the last
dreams,

and sometimes
the last
prayers

of men.

I can
remember
everything
about the
last time
I witnessed
your smile.

and if
you could
see how
beautiful
the memory
is,

you would
realize
like me
that there
is never
a "was"
to a
moment
spent
with you.

it lingers
and sings
to me,

to reveal
all of
it's secrets,

and though
I might
meet it
now with
empty
pockets
of fate.

your face
is something
I always
carry with
me,

in deep
breaths
and tender
offerings,

in  true
definition
of what

a woman
can do
to your

soul.

And around
the world
my thoughts
come to
you again.


tripping like
water over a
Brooke,


a child
catching himself
rise and fall on
his first
bicycle,


a heart
feeling
the weight
of it's
first crush.


so I sit
and listen
and breathe
deeply and
suddenly
you are
here,


and suddenly
I am
so much
more than

just the

moment that

was before.

Wake
up clementine
lover.

a dove
has flown
out our
bedroom
window.

and deep
pools
of melancholy
still lie in
your
eyes from

the night

before.

and the
morning
remembrance,

leaves us
with these
whispers
we share.

that shape us.


bend us
to one
another's
needs.

and as
your
hand
lies so
tightly
within
mine in

first light,

remember
too.

in this
day or
a million
next...

I never
will
never ever
let your
spirit

go...

This moment

your dreams
come true,

I can tell
by how
you are.

blessed
by spirit
and God's
hands
upon you.

and moments
of you
have fallen
to me,

and I
cherish
them.

and keep
them safe
and warm,

perhaps it
was a
smile one
day or
the wording

of one of

your poems

the next.


they are
the footprints
that you
have left
upon me.

and I
have changed,

I appreciate
you more,

and I am
better for
these
moments

and in
my dream
I hope
you feel

the same.

Lay your

sighs

down in

a bed of

kisses

ever after.



the travels of

sorrow and woo

are over.



and there

is a warmth

between us

that the sun

does not

define.



it is the

beating of

our hearts

always trying

to be close,



undisturbed

with one

another.



the runaway of

distant stars

seeking

that one

tangent

of us.



right there

between our

eyes



God's grace.



here to

eternity

and back



again.

The storm

tires into

the blackest

night ,



like a child

held up

way past

his evening's

hour,



And the

window pane

catches  the

lost souls

of fallen

raindrops

upon it's

slippery face,



the nomad

existence of

wayward

dreams,



hoping

to find the

bounty of

your smile,



the tenderest

of moments

in your

eyes,



and the

quiet place

within your

arms

safe and

nurturing

light.



endless thoughts

given and taken

sonnets of

hopes and

amazement

found here

in your eyes.



and the

questions answered

by the

who you

are what

you share

and what you

willingly give.



you a traveler

of hearts

me the

gentle

soul on

the window

paine who

reaches

for you.



and nothing

in this

moment

could ever

be more

when the



two drops

of rain

become one,



and the

Heavens

above kiss

us with

with evening

grace.

In thought

of you

here,

Heart
displaced.

shadow
smiles,

hour glass
moments,

fleeing
from across
your face.

no one
listening
to stalled
heart beats.

your thoughts
jumping
from one
moon
to the next.

holding
back
time.

upsetting
the gentle
balance
of the
universe.

because your
not really
there.

your here
with me.

as the tide
wipes the beach
clean of false
impression.

so have you
allowed me
and my

heart
to breathe

again.

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.

There is
a prelude
to your
smile,

and my
thoughts
some days
bask
there,

like a
jungle
cat
in shade
on a
steamy
hot jungle
afternoon.

and I
drift in
and out
of dreams,

like a
boat
arching
above
and below
the crests
of each
approaching
ocean wave.

not caring
of height
or depth
or direction
or wind,

but only
that I
am with
you for
this moment
sharing
this space
in time,

and dancing
with you
in God's
full view.

and suddenly
at midnight

my time

I imagine

you waking
far across the

Atlantic ocean,

sleep blossoms

still in your eyes,


and suddenly I

see your smile,



and suddenly

this moment

becomes
the best
dream

of all.

Muse
to me
you are.

your lips
opened
for my
surrender.

calico
cat
moves
as you
slip
across
the bed.


and for
all the
dreams
in life
that
never
come true.

they are
stars
that fall
hard.

then bleed
out into
the night.

footprints
that we
leave
on each
other's
heart.

whispers
that we
strain
to hear
in the
the night.

spoken
to one
another,

and felt
deep
with all
of our
might.

and as
I turn
to look
at you
I am
certain.

we were
born
for this,

and this
moment.

and everything
it means.

and your
eyes
cover
me
warm.

with the
timelessness
and the

dreams
of lover's
reaching.

for one
another
in the
night.

not needing
more than
this single
star.

to dream
upon.

You hold

things deep,



Your whispers

are like

the wind

across a

daisy white

topped meadow.



and things of

darkness do

not find

you for

long.



your heart

is too

bright,



your loves

too deep.



and life

is a rainbow

between us

with each

of us

trying to

bridge the

other side.



and nothing

will ever

stop

my wondering

of you,



like a

child amazed

by his

reflection

in a pond.



because I

know we were

meant to

be a part

of our

poet thoughts

and dreams

to one another,



that of which

I am certain.



as the

moon follows

the sun

and then

the sun follows

the moon.



such are

we in

this poet

night.

know.

this.



I have

the same

dreams,



I feel

the same

change

of seasons

and need

for restless

walks..



I hunger

for the

same

desires

and union

of souls.



and I

will find

you .



in the

wind

touching

my face,



in ancient

spirit

calls..



in diamond

speckled

skies

at night.



know this.



from

this moment

on I  will

hold

closer

still



the sunrise

when I

first awake.



and sigh....

for you.

we lie
deep
in love's
past illusions,

in speckled
darkness.

a greed
of loves
hunger
drives us.

under a
cantaloupe
slice moon
delicious.

my hollowed
self shimmers
in your
reflection.

I cannot
hide from
you.

though light
beckons us,

over the
horizon,

we will have
none of it.

we slumber
in the
belly
of the
darkness
that engulfs
us

unwilling
to move
or be
stirred by
the morning
light,

a abandoned
tea ***
blows
off key
in the next
room.

it will
have none
of this
morning
either.

and as I
lie in your
arms
and you
in mine.

life is

simple..


we pretend
forever

away.

Today as
I listened
to you I
witnessed
God bleed,

in an isle
at a local
market,


and all
color
fell
from the
sky.

and I listened
to you
with all
of my might.

and I
was suddenly
a poet
of small
things,

and a
messenger
of skeleton
words.

a thrower
of bricks
through
the  looking
glass window.

and for
a moment
I lost
all-purpose.

I was
there
you were
there,

and we
were a
great gift
to one
another
that no one
else could
see.

and I
was looking
at you,

and suddenly
you knew
and I knew,

and God
touched
us with
a great truth,

and suddenly
my whole
universe was
right with
you there.

right
between
the eyes.

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..

In this

corner

now

where

I have

put myself

away

from you.



I peel

away the

old tried

skins

of my

melancholy

words,



that

once

gave me

tenderness

and daily

salvation.



it seems that

it has been

this way

for so

long it

is almost

all that

I can

remember.



it was

the revealing

of my

soul

to your

light.



that now

suddenly

all of

the shadows

of not

knowing

you

are now

all  hidden

away.



only to

leave me

to you

in plain

sight



naked

and trembling

before your

angel

eyes,



and though

different

places

in life

we are now.



I still

wish for

you this.



the journey of

a love

of a

lifetime.



the depth

and emotion

of deep

kisses

that never

end.



the letting

go to

someone

else

without

hesitation.



the answering

to stars.



in a

midnights

summer's

sweat...



"I love you.



and for

you to

embrace

the words

from your

lips..



yes "I

love you

too.

Know.

this.


I have

the same

dreams,

I feel

the same

change

of seasons

and need

for restless

walks..


I hunger

for the

same

desires

and union

of bodies

and souls,


and I

will find

you .


in the

wind

touching

my face,

in ancient

spirit

calls..


in diamond

speckled

skies

at night.


know this.

from

this moment

on I  will

hold

closer

still


the sunrise

when I

first awake.


and sigh....

that you

are well...

You run

out the

torn front

screen door,

like a

runaway

child

begging

for the

cover of

the blackest

night,


hoping to

find a

second

do over

chance at

losing your

Sacramento

virginity,


Dorothy

without

toto.


it is one

hell of

a lonely

place.


you need

the time

to catch

your breath,


from the

back room

games

that leave

you scared

and naked

under heaven's

light.


no one

keeping score,


we were just

sixteen years

old caught

somewhere

in the

middle,


of being

one step

older than

we thought

we really

were.


that delinquent

adolescent

place,

where we

will never

talk

about

each other

again.


that in

the middle

place.


with a

canyon

of broken

falling stars

on the

one side,


and empty

pockets of

shattered

dreams

on the


other.

And the
birth of the
morning in
your eyes,

and the
still of
our heart
beats
timing into
one.

love has
left
you,
to find
you again.

it is
no longer
then
it is only
now.

like broken
sheets
of snow
upon a
river,

remembering not
the harshness
of the
frozen cold

or stagnant

winter,

or the
falling
of gentle
rain
upon your
face that
remembers
not the
death of
broken
dreams

everything
is new.

and the
love you
give is
his universe
and the
pillow
you rest
your head
upon will
be his
dreams,

and you
will wear
one another
like pieces
of God's
tailored
clothing.

and to
anyone
else it
would not
fit.

it would
not give
warmth.

but only
the fleeting
glimpse of
what love

was meant
to be.

Cumulus clouds

building up


like a child's


preschool

blocks on

the horizon.


neatly placed

one on
top of
the other.

uncertain what

their final

form might be.
and beneath them


we dangle
and tangle

in mid
afternoon
conversation



looking for
a word


stretching for
an emotion.


what left
footed


dancers
our hearts

we have

become…



both of us


unwilling
to be

the first
to admit

that our
relationship


wasn't ever
love

to begin
with.

We are

the colors

of the sky,


the texture

of honesty

and trust,


and the

bleeding

of our

hearts

to one

another,


are the

arching

rainbows

that fill

the sky.


we walk

in spirit

dreams

across a thousand

miles of sea

never to

be awaken,


across the

thousand

bridges

of life

never to

pretend.


and we

swim in

the seas

chasing are

dreams to

one another

effortlessly,


much like

a mother

breast

feeding

her new

born babe.


and my

dreams for

you are

deep and

full.and

quench my

thirst,


as the

rainbows

bend and

leap into

your eyes...


for only

me to

wander

and pray

upon...


and nourish me

until all time


runs dry.