Memories

Feeling this today..

Incontra

Was it all a dream,
Would I be equal to that
Flickering light upon the green?
What is this new habit
That you wear?
Will you care that my face
Shines a different colour?
We are the filaments of a
Cosmic dream,
Fireflies dancing in a night of
Streaming shadows
And sometimes the distance
Seems too great
(Yet does presence come but
In our minds?)
Still we find
Ourselves here in the flash of
Present's grace,
To embrace or fail to...

a cloudy cup of chicory

a cloudy cup of chicory

keeps the cold away 

as the wind howls against 

my creaking house today 

~thoughts wandering thoughts~

come with me 

to a greener space 

where the sun is warm 

upon your gleaming face 

we've been there before 

before the cold and distance 

i want more of you 

more than this instance 

can provide for 

there upon the green 

green shore 

burning bright as candle flame 

behind the stormy door 

A vision

On the day that you were born

An angel blew a silver horn 

And from his book a page was torn 

While in his hand a bloody thorn 

Moon and stars did fill the sky 

From mother's lips a happy sigh

Father hid his frightened eye

And all that was began to die. 

why you leapt

why you leapt the rail
to meet the turquoise water
the final choice before a drop
and glowing blue death
remains a mystery
but i know
i know the reasons in
your aching heart
cut short by the watery breath
i've stood along those
towering cliffs
to face my setting sun
illuminating a jewelled mantle
beneath my feet
it would be sweet, i thought
to taste the salty brine
this moment
irrevocably mine
and time would stand still
before me
suspended in that
sparkling vacuum
i know
oh i know

i'll find you

i'll find you
in the meeting of
a thought
so attentive to
the detail of our
buried faces
these are traces
(do you see?)
outlined and shadowed
from a distance
you'll find me
by the starlight
in those eyes
before your hope dies
i'm here

i'll create a world

i'll create a world of
towering green
arc of tree and shining leaves
sparkling diamond towers
afire in morning light
on endless horizoned fields
angelic host with choral song
air reverberating against our hearts
as we run
barefoot across the grass
you shall be empress of
the world
and the trees will
bow as we pass
illuminated by faerie light
down to the shining sea
where your eyes will
glow with the rising sun
as i behold your true face

the one who moves towards me

the one who moves towards me
the rare one
burning with autumn
red and orange
heart aglow with fire
kindled by her longing

will undivided in her
deepest knowing
in the magic wrought by
the overlap of our two faces

where will we meet?
along the ocean shore
near a work of art
in a quiet cemetery
somewhere unexpected but
immediately understood as
transcendentally shared

the life of every lover
ever alive
sharpened to a diamond point
within our breasts
set free within our limbs

"For this you have lived!"
our red lips resurrect you
one last time
before sinking back into
the sea
the canvas
the dark earth
until she moves towards me
in the person of a
different face and
time

it could have been

it could have been
something more
but it disintegrated like
a thousand grains of sand
i cannot stand our
final memory.
what transpired was
a question mark
split by dark madness
with insubstantial explanation
i cannot trust again
cannot confide or
hide within another's grace
but see a mask in
every smiling face
you did this
despite my kindness
or because of it.

you chase me

you chase me
through a ghosted night
why fight the starry hand?
why turn a sleepy eye
from a starry land?
can we hold truth
within ourselves?
can the moment's
secret be unveiled?
we cannot fail
to try
before the sky
rolls back like a scroll,
stars fall down like rain,
night collect its
final toll.

Un rêve

I haven't thought of you
For a long time
But in a dream
You came
Upon a towering green hill
Sunlight in your glistening eye
Dark locks of hair
Alive in cool blue air
There were things to say
And you moved towards me

Tu venais comme le vent par les champs
Puis le silence

lifetimes

i've lived lifetimes
in love and death
farewells, silence

The Call

Filaments

Return

"You reminded me of good things, of late nights and stories, my hand through your cool light hair. Perhaps it was better for that ending upon the stair.. Perhaps, though a natural trajectory was frustrated, a more lasting one was initiated."