Alight a laugh a lack a day
forget those enervating nights
lackadaisically dismayed
makes for too few delights
In eyes that spark a roaring flame
inside my being dark and cool
I gladly fall into their frame
and bask in their renewal
When only once did I just smile
now love uplifts my weary lips
that I might just once in a while
fall into your light and kiss
A laugh with you, within the hour
A lack in me is lacking power

scent of a woman
sent from god
sends me forever
ascending awed

the wind Murmurs
she Whispers helpful hints
to butterflies and leaves

she Insists
sometimes for naked trees

Flows the fields delicately
into one rippling organism
pulsing in time
with the silence

she never yells or gets
angry
just too Enthusiastic

My stomach does a double flip
then darts straight to the heights
like the steam upon a coffee's lip
that's puffed and whirls delight
each time I catch a glimpse afar
or near of you my dearest
my lightness likens with the stars
setting fire upon my spirit
an hour or two will do just fine
though never fully slake me
but what is love if not lost time
and I've lost too much lately
so have a cup or two my dream
make my simmering being steam

I lie awake
(truth asleep)
and think of when
the sand would pulse
beneath our feet

the beach
wet from the slow retreat
of an ocean
would wring out
just for you and me
when our soles touched

here, only
dream pressed
footprints
keep their form
tide nor current
bleeds their line

someday we'll walk
(souls pulsing time)
the whole coast dry
sunsets only
as our guide

Candle on the river Lethe
lead on to the untamed plains
where man will be refracted
in the spectrum of
infinity

forgotten in the rainbowed
folds of alternatively
real light

the bow
its name life
its work death
works unsung
if we unforget

her body is bliss
like a cool stream of light
splashed from the moon
on a warm summer's eve

her eyes incandescent
weave futures too soon
for the frostbite
of winter's first kiss

she keeps time with her heart
hardly hearing the pall
of an autumn that falls
into sunset

she keeps mine with her heart
overcast on a glance
to the past, past
a future where she is not present