flowing out of his brush
form became fluid
Indigo blue the first of hues
each stroke a caress

teardrops slide down his face
his memories pierce his heart
with a sigh into deep breath

silver lit hair
her Indigo eyes
abrim with love,
soft white skin
transparent,

a white dress
and a cornflower
trimmed waist

imprinted in memory
the testament to their love
he raises his hand,
a curving breast
takes shape
her form follows next

Between the fibers
of this page,
an ancient magic
has been laid

Pressing leaves
with mystical power,
kissing the corners
to grow sunflowers

Cherish a word
a wish or rhyme,
making it grow
deep in your mind

Taking the letters
that are your divine,
weave them into
a master design

Make your own mold
and pour yourself in,
to not be yourself
is the greater of sins

Feel the earth
beneath your feet,
build your own kingdom
a heartlands retreat

She created a shrine
she whispered "he's mine"
she smiled and dreamed of their future life
she decided she would be his wife
she followed him day and night -
if spotted she was always polite
she never thought of wrong or right
she never felt the need to be contrite
she never did it out of spite
she just fell in love at first sight
thats the stalkers plight

IS IT CLOUDY OR BLUE

You said you would love me
forever
That was true
“forever” was just a day
or tw0
for you.
You sighed
I was the only one
the one and only
never
would you make me cry
never
would I be lonely.
that was no lie
just half true
I was only one of few
but I do die every day
for you

Frank Sinatra - I Only Have Eyes for Yo

flash
muzzle
POC! POC! POC!

cabin attendants
will gather flight sickness
samples

the captain is calm
his handshake getting
on was like a warm dead
fish

My guts are twisting like
the rain A face against
the morning

How can tracers burn in all
this..A lightning flash
and I strain again

specialist Johann is happy
the loaders have pushed off
the latest crash
we should roll over it with miminal
loss of tires

Recalling homes once stood in pride,
the hearts are drained.
for those had sheltered flesh that dried,
and re-arranged.
As evil hit and shattered all,
the hearts, the souls, the flesh and wall,
now left the memory splashed and stained
with hearts that drained.

When hunters turn a certain agey
they become a lot more cagey
not telling others the best places
the best wood or trails or traces

Thinking silence increases luck
in his quest for a big buck
whose death won't make it cease to grow
(he's lucky if he gets a doe)

The stuff he carries to his stand
forms a load that's almost grand
each item fills a different need
these old farts are a different breed

I love London
I love London
with you
by neon

It's where we
fell in love
not lust
but lust
enough to trust
in two

The falling-in
over delicate patisserie
gilded by snowy sucre
sliding off Fortnum & Mason platery
sticky fingers
fumbling

The kiss-
Oxford Street
tumbling masses
oblivious to
suave tweed
lapel livery
smelling
like a Dior poster boy

I taste the air
around my lungs,
reaching for divinity

a lone sparrow
that carries
a sacred missive,
in a perfect language

words that spoken together
stir hearts as one,
bringing all
to a place of knowledge
immovable
but traveling fathoms,
only ever touching
on the profound
never

(too much too soon)

Augurs will pronounce
peace to multitudes,
as in the opened wings
of a dove,
the first scribe of truth
lets one feather fall

In grief we find strength through tears
And we build memories with our smiles
Each day shadows give way to light
And we remember and cherish laughter
So do not embrace sadness today
But rejoice for what has been
And as time passes so will pain
Leaving the essence of who we are