upon waking
with the warm glow of you utterly present
i sigh a smile.
still listening
to your eyes
and all their stories that i wait to know.
I woke up this morning to the silence.
It was open and warm with the memory of yesterday.
Filled with thoughts of you for me to linger upon.
Please never doubt that your smile can inspire words as graceful as these.
For even the ghost of your presence smells warm like spring.
And dreams me of May when you and I can know each other among the flowers.
Take a walk with me through water falling and puddled beneath our feet
and laugh word with me as we spend time remembering each other
together our words will paint pictures in oils and chalk that the water from above will spread to every corner of the sidewalk and make it ours together.
How have you captured my dreaming thoughts so clearly and so soon?
Already I smile at the thought of you.
within the moment of rain
the sound the crack and splat
the sound expands and washes across the noise cleansing the street of traffic and conversation
months are peeled away revealing the ever-present beneath
but I sit here in a cavernous place feeling that my heart is alone
and all I have are memories of love requited and not
wishing for either now
stands a willow who whispered green within a field of brown.
She stood there persistent while the others slept
Until those around her dreamed her whispers
and woke.
i step outside into a breeze too raw for spring still tinged by the melting snow.
in a day or two the last whiteness will be gone and the air will blunt with warmth.
i take in my arms birch wood.
an easy burn in the days of lengthened light
and i wonder toward nights soon to come.
warmer n...
turn up your eyes to me so i may share in their wonder.
for when i draw close they shade themselves from my view.
in reply mine hide as well
in the moments
before
we touch.
You know the moment?
Something has pulled you out of the beat, and suddenly, you are outside the rhythm… a fly upon the back of the homunculus born of the magical alembic
you breathe but alone
and so, you move groping about long before realizing something has happened
until you pick up your...
beyond my road i can hear the stream
in ice water licks the shadow of its still self and moves on
upon its eddies i lay a leaf
greyed and dried
not to be restored by this phantom touch of dew
i dream it a paper filled with words you will never know
not for the lack of soul within the wor...
did i dream our kiss
in the low cool light of morning
scented with smoke from last night’s fire?
with so few words the taste of lips is more present than memory
so have i changed a memory of warm smiling eyes into something it never was?
no please don’t tell me
if memory and fantasy toge...
