a moment to share the
dazzling beauty of earth
traces of the sublime in
your eyes
please just a moment from
busy days and lists of tasks
eternity in some time
together
it's too much to ask on
days like these
days i walk through trees and
flowering fields
while the promise of summer
storms pushes wind through my
long hair and around
blue eyes
scent of wildflowers in
nostrils hungry for something
real and fresh
why are we at such odds?
has complacency replaced the
ever-present moment?
will you chase a list into the
grave?
time will see us out the
flashing frame of life
but can it be together?
a night of revelry
laughter, flashing eyes
clinking glass
fire in our bellies
then fade the setting summer sun
fade the waking eye to
dream upon a dream
hello dawn with
sandy throat
encrusted bloodshot eye
footstep like a
pebble in a shoe
"the morning after"
heavy as a leather jacket
tonight's new party
a farewell to friends
pour the blood-red wine
bringer of jollity and
open doors
the never-ending
celebration of life
before the passage of
a new morning
we must go on
through loss of present things
carried by the wake of
absence
my god has it been a year
since your smiling face
vanished from the earth?
has the sky seen such
vaulting joy?
in my mind's eye
your face floats before my own
pale but smiling
gazing with
Buddha serenity
but i cannot mirror this
tranquility
not yet
and i fear dear cousin
not ever
i still see her wind blown hair
there beside the sunny water
before the world was hustle bustle
there was green grass and
golden summer halos
around our tossing heads
she said, "what if life is all a circle?"
which made me smile
because here i was
but what could i say
that life's a mystery?
she licked her lips and
suddenly i didn't care
if life's a circle or a square
what mattered was
she was there
with sky in her perfect eyes
when she looked at me
slip away
between the crashing green
where mountains rise
today's eye unseeing
dull from screens and
expectation
to meet in truth
naked before each day
before the other
to gaze at stars and
heavenly bodies
wonder-filled and
possibility heavy
walk beneath a
canopied sky of
stars and glowing flesh
creating worlds like
ancient gods
birthing with
eternal passion
fashioning limbs
and breasts
with loving clay
i will not say
their name
before i breathe
upon their lips
if i could fall
into the deepest pools
of darkest night
scattered by the
sacred lights
to see them cross your
haunting face
would i not race to
water's edge
and fall forever
with you
through the gazing tunnel
to shining
diamond-covered trees
where sacred birds
and beings dwell
i will not tell
our many-whispered secrets
or pluck the Raven's feather
by the midnight water
oh child of earth and sky
we swam in stars
along the rocky shore
and looking saw
so much more
than galaxies in
an endless sky
in our eyes
we saw possibility
remember breathless
night beneath the canopy
beneath a warm embrace
our hearts raced to
be one
we fell forever
into memory
snowflakes in the wind
never back here again
and time will lift us
higher than the sky
to soar, to die, goodbye
they're all fictions
these escapes
scraped together dictions
sustain us in the night
secretly fighting
shadowland
to live just once
upon the grassy plain
to strain against the
brightest yellow sun
ah life embodied
sweep me with your
starry eye
to soar, to die, goodbye
what you are given is not the Way
but it is your mother's or father's
a church, mosque, or synagogue's
a culture and an era
who in turn received it from another
there is no "way" but the Way
the philosopher was right to say
it cannot be named
but this is inconvenient
so we grasp our little "ways"
and perish never having
known it
except in briefly flashing
moments of illumination
