Let God
bless our steps
along this
snailed holed
wooden
boardwalk,

may he
give us time
to share
this day.


let the sea
come up to
spray kiss
our face.

let the wind
carry my
thoughts
all around
you free,

and lie
deep in
these day dreams
that you keep.

look far
over the
horizon line
and I am
but a whisper
from you
away.

to listen
to your prayers
and calm
your worries
you bear,

and walk
with you
close and
with great
pride on
this day.

be the love
to everyone
that you
are,

the solstice
flower
so bright
for all
to see,

the one that
seems to
grow in
impossible
places,

and I will
find you
and rejoice
at your
sight.

till time
fades this
life away...

till stars
dull and
die alone  in
their celestial
light...

I will
think of
you..

Your the
snowflake
looking for
redemption
as you
circle swirl
from the
ceiling of
this black
night,

and as
you settle.
upon my face

and slowly
melt upon
the corners
of my
mouth,

I stand
and
I wish
I was

kissing
you.

the black
and white
hill billy
cow jumped
over the
moon.

and not
for a
moment
did it
cause us
pause.

to raise
our heads
from our
tempest
bed.

or misplace
one deep
kiss
or sigh
of deep
satisfaction.

we have
always
flowed
with grace
and devotion
to one
another.

committed to
the other
like sand
to shore,

stars to
the blackest
spaces of
this
velvet
night.

life to
death
in your
arms

forever

go I.

in jubilance

and celebration.

of you...

under your
big tops.


delicious back

somersault
tumbles,


tickling my

chin as you

would
fly by

over head.


trampoline

spike
bounces

off my
Coppertone
brown

belly ,

as you
would

melt
over me

and my

thighs

applaud....


our passion

was a
three

ring circus
then.


contortionist,

soul grapplers

and sin.


and what
is left

to us
now but
scars

still
unreconciled,


inside

and out,

cuts unkind
that

validate
the ticket
and price

of our

love's admission

we each
paid full ticket
that summer.


to be
even for
the shortest

of times,

under your
big tops.


the greatest

show on
earth.

When I close
my eyes,
something about
you is
always
there.

watching you
still in
a moment
and then you
suddenly are
everything.

laughter defined
like a lightening
strike in
a colorado
mountain storm,

or a tender
smile that
you throw
across a room,

I mean hell
who could
ever forget
a moment
of you.

and as
the sun rises
and sets
in your
eyes,

beginnings and
endings of
dreams of
black and blue.

and your runaway
smile runs across
my eyes,

bound for
nowhere in
particular.

you capture
my thoughts
like a bird
on a breeze.

and you
take me

away....

Her laughter
rolls from
her lips
like Kentucky
whisky
falling into
a paper
cup.

it intoxicates
me.

and heart
beats
skip
a beat.

whenever
we lie
naked
together.

and the
weather

in my
universe
comes from
her soul,

and the
words
she speaks

is the
siren's
voice that
she carries
me upon.

and between
her heavenly
gates I

have found
my salvation

for you
for me

in these

wet dreams

we make
reality.

we are
the one
in one
another.

the
union

of love
and total
devotion.

and from
that

our lives
and love

will forever

grow to God...

and I think
of you
amongst
the falling
rain,

every
drop nourishes
within me
a dangling
thought that
I have
of you.

my heart
beats to
the rhythm
of your smile
and dances
to the  sound
of your
laughter
on this Sunday
morning.

and my sighs
ache to the
echo of your
desires as
you move
across our
bed.

diminishing
the passages
and space
between us,

revealing the
reflections of
ourselves,

the wizards
inside us
revealed with
the curtains
of our hearts
fully withdrawn.
on this Sunday
morning rain
with you..

afternoon thoughts 2/28

and I
will lay
me down
under the
isles of
your smiles,

and reach up
to your eyes
and sing to
your soul.
and beg to
your reason,
and dance
within
your circumstance
over and
over again.

like waves
making love
on some
distant shore,

I bend and
breach upon
you deep
and full,
bringing down
thunder upon
your crests.

and then
retreating still
to deep waters.
to fall in
love with
your smile
all over
again.

afternoon thoughts  3/17

and the
restlessness
of your eyes,
and the
sudden stir
of your hearts
beating.
finds me
here beside
you a captive
to your
smile.

no boundaries
to hinder me
no fences to
be mend,

innocence
of first kisses,
and the
surrendering
of old friends.

(for Noah when he was

5 years old)



Child angel

resting

on a pillow

of clouds.



Head of hair

three weeks

overdue

from the

barber's

chair.



spiderman pajamas

keeping

your dreams

toasty

against the

midnight air.,



your mother

and  I lying

next to

you as you

sleep.



only five

years old.

and you

have made

every

dream in our

lives come

true.



slumber well

our son.

slumber deep.



under this

harvest moon



our dreams

you keep.

you lie
across your bed
like an angel
just laid.

and all
debts owed
to each other
are paid
in full
without
regrets.

and though I
may never
be  the dream
in your
eyes again.

our desperate
hearts were
true and full
till mornings
light,

and I could
not love you
more,

without names
of husband
and wife.

and though
we have come to
age past
one another
far too
long ago.

still you
bless my evening
when you
come to
see my eyes
like no one
ever has.

all bets
in life are
off.

and naked
is my love
to you.

in this fairy
tale moment
so clear in
black and
white.

with you.

A jack daniel's
jitterbug
point of
view.

stumbling
a little
left and
then a little
right.

fall rain
running
off my
crimson

jacket's
silhouette.

caught
somewhere
between
love
a­nd fleeing
the refuge
from this

heart break
of you.

candy wrapper
love affair
all taste
no substance,

now melted
all over
me. left
sticky
and wanting
in the still
black air.

throw me
a life jacket.

hail me a cab.

let this poor
loser fold his
hand. turn
in his chips.

tonight

I will not
wager on
love
anymore.

tonight

I will not
win.

And my prayers
reach from
one of
your eyes
to the next.

and I see your
reflection in
every morning
dawn.

your life
blossoming before
my ancient
eyes.

and though
time is on
your side,

one side or
the other I
will always
be with you.

to wish you
well to dance
with you
on your
wedding day.

with you
I will always
have least
one more
thing to
say.

a laugh or
a quiet smile.

around the
moon and
back again
are my thoughts
for you.

you have
always been
an inspiration
in my life.

and though
life is
a moment ,

and then that
moment is
gone.

I will
carry you
with me.

and we
will carry on,

like the night
the light
of it's silver
stars.

and I just
wanted to
give you
this thought
of you tonight.

I dream
the best
for you.

I sit
a man
on a
bubble gum
shaped hill.

with my
dream
thoughts

tangled
up in
this day
with
you.

while Marsh
mellow
clouds
run like
wild horses,

across
the Cimmaron
sky .

between
here and
this
sun,

Where somewhere
I know
you are.

and it
is enough.
to know

that I
embrace
the winds
that find
pleasure
in your
hair,

that
I kiss
the rains
that
fall
upon
your face

and in

moments

quench your

thirst and

mine.


and  know our
journey
in this
world will

never be
alone.

It is
the empty
places
inside your
heart that
I hope
to fill,

and till
with gentle
words without
regret or
judgment
or want.

we have
lived in similar
places and
dreams.

and witnessed
the runaway
wishing stars
hide in
the night.

though times
far apart and several
lives removed.

but it is
still hearts of
the same
beating and
questions and
wishes unanswered
that we
wrap ourselves
around in
faith to
one another,

and always
the moment,

of tomorrow
what will
ever become
of us.

that moves
us forward
to the next
smile upon
your face.

which certainly
must be as
beautiful as
anything that
I have ever
seen.

and seasons
come and
seasons go.

but without
pieces of
each other
to carry
with us,

certainly time
itself will
be lost.

why do
I write
you.

it is
easier to
to do
than breathe
itself.

one moment
to the next,

it is
a feeling you
have given
me.

in quiet thoughts
alone with
this key
board as

I write to
you in
the dark

till morning
light colors
us friends.

because of
you,

I hold
the sunrise
a little
closer
when I
awake.

and the
sound of
your voice
runs
a little
deeper
through
my soul
when I
first hear
it.

to this
place
that I
have
wandered
to write
these
words.

and at
night under
the full
belly
of the
moon.

I will
dismantle
all the
stars in
the sky
if I
should
never see
you

again.

and feel
your grace
and holiness
upon my
face.

to you
go I

as seed
to sun.

never to
be the

same

again...

And the

reasons you

wake in

the morning,


and the

first face

that greets

your day.


I would be a

thief and

take these

things from

you.


to be

there the

moment you

awake.


to sit

and have

morning coffee

while you

read to

me your

latest poem.


cinnamon buns

in the oven,

the clamor

of the world

just outside

your door.


and I would be

the poet

who keeps

it all at bay.


and at

night I

would read

the stars

to you.


over and

over  and

over again.

(on a day when patty was ill)

And I will
sit diligently
and fill  these
moments with
prudence and
salvation,

in the empty chair
next to
your bed.

I will tend to you
as a garden
inside my heart
and let
your roots
grow deep,

and in
the moments
that you sleep.

I will dream
of you,

with you
until
you awake.

and you
are well.

and in a
moment that
you might stir

you will
always open
your eyes
to find me
there.

And on

your birthday

God

handed you

to me,



and I felt

unworthy.



no matter

of fate

could bring

such a

perfect child

here to

me.



and our

stars were

from that

moment

crossed,



and  my heart

became full

of you.



and dinosaurs

and sci-fi

movies and

sports would

be the

stories of

our lives.



and evening

prayers of

faith would

be our

canopy.



and your

worldly travels

would fill

your dreams,



and I would

grow old

and you

would constantly

make me

feel loved,



cause even

in the

greatness of

the man

you have

become,



always in

your eyes



I still

see my

child.



and that

is the

greatest

moment

in my

life ,



that I

have ever

come to

know.

I close
my eyes
to see
you,

to remind
myself
that I
can see
my youth

again in

your eyes.


to  feel
the endless

possibilities in
everything
that I
do.

like rain
saturating
a field,

bringing
life to
everything
it touches.

it
seems
to be
true,

it is
the simplest
of moments
that you
bring
yourself
to me.

in your writings

in your

Alice and

wonderland

smile,


and as you sit.

and without
notice
on either
part.

my life
becomes
a paradise.

of you.

It gets between
your heart beats,

and then they
beat out
of tune.

the rust of
stupid hearts
and dreams that
you dreamed
would forever
come true.

but you never
truly gave
your self to
those dreams.

and now
the rust holds
you in place,
to hang in the
same familiar
moment too
long like a fly
waiting for
the spider's
final verdict
in a web.

talk to her
now she
is only 23.

but she will
be the same
at 33 or someday
43 lying in
her bed.

telling the same
old lies
moaning the
same old
regrets.

welcoming
the next warm
body to
"love her".

sad.

she never wanted
more.

she never
walked for
a moment

on love's  two
way street,

so let
the spider
dine alone...

if only
she would
of ever
fallen
in love
for a
single moment,

perhaps that
would of made
all the
difference

in the
world...

And with

a slap

of a hand

I came

crying

into this

world,


and my

favorite

color

was to

be yellow,


and today

I thought

someday,


I will

buy you

a yellow

dress.


and dance

with you

over  a sky

of white

popcorn clouds,


and breathe

the moment

as my

second

birth.


where

everything

is pure

everything

is new.


and diamonds

fall

from the

corner

of your

eyes,


at the

joy of

me finding

you.


and all

the questions

you ask

will be

answered,


with simply

the closing

of your

eyes,


you and I,

moments

in time,


one can not

exist

without

the other.


one would

never

want to.

Within the
pages and
words of
the books
of our
lives,

our days
are marked
in it's
creases,
and
puppy ear
tagged
pages,

I live

between
the deep
breaths of
your soul,

and the
gentle
touch
of your
lips upon
mine.

when
we first
awake.

and then
every
morning
I remember.

the God
send
memory of
a wink
of an
eye,

from so
many
magical
nights ago.

when you
simply said

"yes you
will be
my wife...)

time has
been a
friend to
you,

it has
balanced
all that
you are
in perfect
measure
and harmony.

your ageless
Egyptian
smile ,
your gentle
angel
walk.

you live
life well,

you are
loved
like a
child of
God,

and to
him you
find
all rythme
and reason.

and love's
seasons
fall in
your eyes,

and innocence
is your
Shepard
into night.

and your
calling
will always
be your
true spirit and
love for
family and
roots,

that do
not bind
you but
help you
reach

that do not
define you
but give
you hope.

and if
only the
whispers of
your soul
that I
could hear.

indeed then
I would

die a
happy man.

For awhile
it will cloak
you in
your darkest
secrets.

you and him
vows
broken
empty beds
not slept in.

cocoon yourself
in new
dreams and
slivers
of the
old you
you used
to be,

when you
were a child
and the
universe was
yours and
you didn't
have to share
it with
anyone else.

and from
the cocoon you
will blossom,

and his sweat
will be long
ago dried
upon your
body.

and you
will dream
upon new
stars and
your heart
will echo
new feelings
of new
dreams breaking
through.

and the beauty
in your eyes
will return
again.

and I will
always be
there  to see
you to
smile in
return.

the fountain
of my youth
was always
you,

we were just born
lifetimes
apart.

but still
I am
always here
for you.

so bring
your light
into your
darkness..

the universe
it waits
for you.

let fall
your canopy
eyes
over me.

and make
me beg
for soft
gestures
of touch
and exhilaration,

the turning
of one
to the
other,

the giving
of trust
and compassion
to new
things.

like pickings
of berries
in  a
bakers
flour.

waiting
to become

something

beautiful.
delicious

to your
awaiting
lips and
tongue

and mine...

We deserve
to be
the dreams
in your
eyes when
you first
awake.

taste the
redemption
on your
lips when
you first
smile.

for we
have stumbled
too long,

pursued
by the
demons
of fate..

the lost
souls
of fallen
stars

and followers
of rainbows
ends
and back.

so now
we sit by
your
forever
eyes,

and find
salvation
in your
pirate
smile.

and wait
to be
claimed and
admired
by you.

it is
what gives
us meaning.

to dream
and then
be given
a dream

from you

Under ashes
spent and
the chiming
of hallowed
bells,

I will pray in
solace for
you,

and your
broken
down dreams
of love and
forever after.

and I will
be the one
to pick
up your
broken pieces
lying across
your lovers
floor,

and blind
to you
I will
be the one
who loves
you most.

today tomorrow
yesterday and
all of the
moon and
suns between.

such is
my task
my journeys
end.

without
hope only
in solitude.

and the
sum of
all things,

to  love
to you
go I.

My heart
is not broken
or scared,

it is still
open and
growing
and fertile
to
everything
love has
to offer
and teach.

it is just that
when you left
you took
a piece
of it.

and now
50 years
later or
so.

I realize
that I  
never will
have
that piece
again....

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 Lovers
prayer
I will
send

to you.

It is

the web

inside

your eyes

that my words

are caught

within,



but not

struggling to

get free,



but instead

struggling to

express.



the beauty

of you,

the touch of

your princess

smile.



the open

sky oceans

in which you

dream,



do not take

pity on  

those of

us that

dream.



searching now

looking

for you

moving past

just outside

this midnight

sky..



we  are

for these

few moments

tangents of

heart,



that have

collided into

this moment.



and I cannot

resist.



no more

than this rain

outside my

window

could ever

fall upward

instead

of following

it's God-given

path to Earth.



and so

I write now

to you.



to these poems

reaching for

a single star,​



and to

whatever

fortunes

your tides

may bring.

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.

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.

Beneath the
bleachers,
our toes buried
by misguided
popcorn
bites.

our life
is a wonderland.
of confetti
and caged
animal
deliverance.

our laughter
echos
from the
furled
corners
of heavy
canvas tents.

Sparks fly
from the
mingling
of our lust
at play.

dust
finally
settled

on a show
that I thought
would never
end.

Carney girl
over ringmaster

under ringmaster

and everything

in-between.

nothing
tamed.

two souls
eternally saved.

by big tops /

and deep
revival

kisses.

you are
someone
to aspire
to,

from the
very first
moment
I saw
your angel
face.

much like
waiting
next to
a river
hoping
it will
carry you
away.

you are
summer
the best
season
of all

and I am
selfish
sometimes
and it
seems
to be that
way now
with you.

give me
a summer
solstice
sun,


with clouds
kissing
your face,

bare toes
running
free
on a
hill.

your laughter
all that
can be
heard for
miles and
miles...

and only
me to
see you
smile.

(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.

Runaway and
bury your body
under me
in the rain,

and lick
and quench
your thirst off
heaven's  water
running
off of
my neck

and memorize our
kisses deep
and wet,

until you
are unable
to feel
the rain
anymore

and our tongues
become weak
from full
pleasure,

then tell
me your
secrets and
show me
all of
your secret
places in
the dark,

and sing
to me
your cardinal
sighs and
moans of
love.

show me
everything,
hold nothing
back,

this is
the moment
that the
universe
has made us
perfect for.

like the sun
raising over
the horizon.

and never
looking back.

My dreams
see all
of the
spaces inside
you,

and my
thoughts rejoice
in every
thought of
you that
they find.

your eyes
full of
stars.

and your
whispers of
moments
that seem
to last
forever
in your
smile.

and each
morning
I am
the greater
because
of you.

and each
evening
when you
leave I
know too

that the
world is
something
less.

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..

Trapped

inside

the moon

and looking

out,


but now

with nothing

to wish

upon.


the leaves

of dead

trees lie

black,


like the

devil color of

thick fat

hickory

crows,


and the

color of

the deep

coat

of flies


that now

covers

my heart.


all confessions

to this

moment,


now lie

testimony

to you

and your

final farewell,


or the time

it takes

to die


inside your

smile.

I must of had

one eye blind

not to see

the rest

of you.


walking through

the kitchen

for a midnight

snack.


sleeping next to

me on our lace pillows

with the moon

slumbering

upside down above

our bed.


and all that

you have forgotten,

I have not

forgotten a thing.


your naked taste,

the tangled ringlets

in your auburn hair.


to me love was always

a blossom and my

nights with you

a fairy tale rite.


of sunshine

and light,

of star flights

and falls.


but still somewhere

in between

all of this

I lost you.


and the colors

and the textures

of the world as

well.


now I just dream

one eye blind,


walking in my sleep

half me without you.


a broken turtle

without a

shell a

lost tomorrow

without a sun

to kiss it's

face.

Something
in my
moments
is always
you,

the spirit
that you
carry,

the perfect
stranger
that you
are.

a gift
of youth
to see
you in
my weary
day.

always
in balance
full of
life,

with love
rising
from your
lips for
your
lover to
take
and harvest
full,

in the
mornings
baptism
when you
first awake.

where
to those

of us

that live

without you
lie in far
lesser
moments,

in the
lives that
we live.

heads
barely
above
water
straining
to catch
our breath,

straining
to catch
a view

of you.

Neverland smile
firestone wine
splashes
across your
lips.

open arms
without
false
sentiments
to trap me.

love at
first sight
28 years
later.

my wire rim
glasses
to hold
your beauty
true.

footsteps
to our
bed that
I know
by heart.

waking
early eagerly
to hear
the first
thing you
might say.

wishing I
could marry
you all over
again
tomorrow.


you are the
beginning
and ending
of my love's
story,

and so
much more.
and you
have changed
me as
much as
I have
changed
you.

always
for the
better.

always
for our
children.

always
with God
our witness
do we

live.

Though

life's

torns 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

everything

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 divine

intervention


and patience


of giving

everything,


and receiving

everything


in return.

And in
the sighs of
your day,

and the
quiet
whispers
of your
morning
awakening,

when stars
dance above
you and
last nights
dream
puzzle pieces
still move
and scatter
through
your mind.

my dreams
reach out
to you

and whisper
back to
you
with open
heart and
gentle
certainty

I am
here.

The moment
that I
risked this
runaway
feeling  
in your
eyes,

was the
moment that
I knew
I could
never go
home
again.

flower pulled
from the
darkened
ground,

naked
and afraid
lying across
your
heart.

more question
than destiny,

lover gone
bad.

falling star
burning my
eyes
into white,

and now
you don't
even think of
me anymore.

and I am
so much less
the man
for it.

and my
soul just
at the
thought of
you

bleeds out
all over
again.

to the
still
of this
night.

alone.

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 three

thousand miles

away.

it is

coming on

a lazy

fire ember

dawn,



I have

not slept

a moment

all night

by your side.



our breathing

in tune

to a finely

aged moment

born

at the

beginning

of time .



and now

I have

your face

to put

to this

moment

too.



and I

I am exactly

where I

was meant

to be.



and then

you turn

to kiss

me.



and I realize

you never

opened

your eyes.



you were

just so

sure that

I would

always be

here.



and in

the morning

light I

give your

kiss back

to you.



and we

smile.

Lying

in the
dark.

have all
of your
rose petal
promises
fallen
at your
angel
feet?

is time
just
a silhouette
of tired
dreams,

lost
through
the open
windows
of your
eyes.

as your
touch
lies

unanswered.

a treasure

for true
love
to find.

waiting in
your sleep

running
when you
are
awake

to the
place,

where
the souls
of missing
people

lie.

I know
there is a
sadness in
your loveliness,

and that
sometimes
you reach out
into the night
hoping your
dreams
might last
forever
but you know
that they
never will.

and some
nights
my body rests
back to
back with
yours and we
talk
long
deep
into the night.

we have become
best of  friends
through
the blessing
and falls
of time.

and in
your eyes
I have
found the
greatest peace
that I have
ever known.

and sitting
under exploding stars
tonight ,
I can
feel everything
inside me
so much
more.

perhaps it
was our
first kiss
so simple and
perfect.

that we
knew

and we
never said
a word,

and everything
in our
hearts got
rearranged,

and from
that one moment
that we met
under  the
universe.

the night

it set us free.

Everything in
this moment
begins to
form around
your eyes,

like a child
before Christmas
or a
birds trembling
at first flight.

you bring
anticipation
to this moment
and the next.

and the
sunlight
jumps in
sparks from
your tangled
angel hair,

and if
not for
the eternity
of you,

this life
would hardly
be worth
living,

and your
smile is
without
explanation
and everything
that you
are is
a miracle to
everyone who
is around
you.

for now
I have been
caught in the
glimpse of
you and now I
understand.

you are
a gypsy on
the wind,

whose soul
runs restlessly
wild

and though
your stay
may be short.

to not live
these moments
with you
at all,

would certainly
of been the
definition
of a poet's heart
broken in
two.

and I
don't know
if I ever
could of
handled
that.

it is

a wishful

thing

every time

I kiss you.


a falling star

come true.


a copper

penny

found heads

upon

the street.


to hold all

of you in

my arms,


is the sea

embracing

shore,


the roots

of a tree

Mother Earth.


a horizon line

the edge of

darkness.


but you

are my

light,


and warmth

and holiness

our first kiss

tonight.


and I

am but

the pilgrim

who seeks

you.


the lover

who can

love nothing else.


the man

who sees

no one

but you

in my

eyes.