Soft wavelets grip and grasp a gleam of light
as if to poke and play curtsy and bow.
This welcomed dance as eyes coerce delight,
is altered with the gifts that they endow.
Such sway could swoon the darkest part of night
enhanced by joy upon a beaded brow
and rhythm spun would turn a tune to sing
with diamond sparkled gems to wed the spring.

One day a year they line the road
gray haired old men in uniform
and young men carrying life's load
with one less limb than is the norm

They stand or sit in worn wheel chairs
either way they're straight and proud
all looking with thousand yard stares
high school band plays badly but loud

All in front of "ONE DAY SALE"
signs in windows of every store
when anthem plays and soldiers pale
you remember what this day is for

how still the sky
that falls between
rows and rows of white crosses

in snow white Yule marble
lies three,
known but to God

"No Greater Love"....
echoes
like Taps in the breeze.

To feel
a great passion
deep within
knowing
it is but a dream
To have lived that moment
traveling
on endless waves of love
holding it
believing it will live on
for eternity

Oh truth,
please do not
let me see
the end of this
which I think will
make me live
for it is death
to be without the touch
of a heart
that lives inside
my very being

the dream i have
scares me
people fucking
on a huge field
surrounding us
and we walked around
bumping them
gasping at them
lost,
desperate

i opened a window to
let summer visit me
closed my eyes as
it patted my cheek

and i wanted the field
i wanted you and i
making love among
cornflowers and sunflowers

i woke up
hating the dream

Not every empty space on the canvas needs to be filled
All secrets don't have to be exposed
Not everything written... should be
What I don't know, doesn't always need to be known

What I do know... is that some mysteries should be left
to expose themselves slowly
like artifacts eroded from the sands of time
Fossils from the past, to be found in the future
when I need reassurance that I have lived

a cool breeze sets the tone
leaves twist and turn
rustling like cabassas
in a restless rhumba band

the pace quickens

a whistling glissando
rises higher and higher
then, in unison
leaves roll over
backsides to the moon

somber harmonics emerge
a mad tympanist
antagonizes the sky
into self-announcing
drum rolls of rain

this movement ends abruptly

leaves return to the opening theme

a graceful shimmy
flicking pizzacato raindrops
back to the sky

I still remember your smile,
a distant promise on your lips,
and the brownest eyes
calmly speared my ignorance

you became my private cosmos,
who could make the sun weep
unlocking a primordial shiver
my gentlest destroyer:

nor the world's strongest army
could offer
when your hands spoke
of intimacy
melted heavens with hells
into an eternal sunset:
magic in the smallest gesture awoke

As mind guides gliding pen to write
attempts at poetry late at night
words I choose then swap or trade
pour out in blue ink c c c...........
......................................a a a........
.......................................s s s..........
........................................c c c............
.........................................a a a....................
..........................................d d d........................

In the darkness of my room
You patiently wait
For the touch of my hand
Upon your hardened body

I miss the curve , that fit so well
And your sinewy neck
Your tones have all
Been silenced
Because of the skills
I now lack

How long has it been
How much longer
Will it be
Awash with emotion lasting
Awaiting another time

Now you must stay
Where I left you
Amid the dust
Of banished places
The anticipation
Is more than we can stand