The tears came before I knew a torrent On an ordinary day. Then It came again When the evening hour Colored the winter sky A blue grey. I sat there On the bus Going someplace As I stared into the world Through the dirty window I distinctly remember looking away. Only to be…
A Sakura tree against the soft blue sky. Cherry blossoms drift, Leaving home. Wandering with the wind, the petals dance into the stream. Floating gently, Searching for, permanence. Only to find, Water Fluid Alive. As silver fish leap, Breaking, The soft flesh, Apart. Arriving, Where honeysuckle climb, the trellis of a cottage. As Hummingbirds, Linger.…
Its in the way it becomes Itself Completely. Allowing you Only just enough Space To Witness Its Unfolding.
An empty well Stands. Bricks worn by the beating sun. Tired. An old wooden bucket Forlorn, hanging haphazardly On a weathered rope. Waiting For water. Rain will never come In this desert. Just as My heart will never beat For you again.
Today’s a nice day, I muse. I pull open the one window in the kitchen. My arms turns to gooseflesh. A bit crisp. I breathe in, Then, Release. Fresh start. I turn toward the pot of coffee on brew, The smell wafting into my focus. Bringing fond memories, Of us, Eating breakfast, On a Sunday. …
Soft chatter fills, open space. The lights are dimmed. Candles flicker. A wall of artifacts sit, like stone. Their shapes casting shadows, Dancing, On the wall. A woman in pink, Standing. Fluid wrist movement, Reaching, For the amplifier. Her mouth poised, In an o. From deep within, a voice, carries the rainbow, Into the midnight…
In a Parallel universe
Before the shadow arrived, I remember, Flashes, Of your smile. Playful, Yet, Menacing. Like you held the world in your palm. That was the first day I knew Before the lighting arrived, I remember, A glimpse of Your hands in a gentle caress. Mixed with Hailing Rain. That was the day I cried Before the…
Coffee stains On a ceramic mug A half smoked cigarette perched on the ashtray Keyboard clacking As you figuratively move across the screen In my minds eye In fits and starts Filling all corners of my being With concoctions of words To describe you Coffee stains On a sheet of loose leaf paper A smudge…
In the quiet spaces, In between words, I wanted to say, I love you.
Love is but an, Evolutionary program. As my hand reaches for yours, warmth seeping to my core. Love is but a, Machine. Designed by logic. As my lips searches for yours, fire burning through my veins. Love is but an, Evolutionary program. As my eyes met yours, Electric currents reaching my soul. Love is but…