ever present

ever present
heart-ache
I cannot shake the
best thought of you
(my every-summer-night)
how long before the
dream has given up
on possibility?
I will be very old - 
these birds upon the
window gone the
way of wintered sleep
the glade laid bare by
sweeping icy wind
but here you lie within
'til cold retreats and parts

arrested by a 

warmer hearth

clouds carried

clouds carried by
the starry sky to
your glistening eyes
breeze-breathed grass
I sit in wonder as
you pass
in jewelled constellations

am I alone
beneath celestial vision?
are you less
substantial than the
fingered wind?

night-whispered
lips pronounce
your sacramented
name upon the air
cared for by Earth
where diamonds meet
the blowing ground
until a perfect
ear be found

A long road, but it's mine.

memory the ghosted shadow

memory the ghosted shadow of
first love and eyes
shimmering heat above this
silver-summered earth
godlike o'er Elysian plain
scattered with the shaded dead
a'haunting down to sea and stream
in a dream i see the
contours of your face
white flower in your hand
wandering through the
golden grass of memory

"I hear you whispering there O stars of heaven,
O suns-O grass of graves..."  -Whitman