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
tog...
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....
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...
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 wit...
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
...
