On love

 
And all you see
that I don't

like the delicate dust 
on the rhymes of one heart
drumming a beat to the big sky
...

Of Course

For now, the words look right
between  the narrow spaces
with ends that follow ends

within a frame climbing,
climbing the invisible walls
as we come to be
aware again
suddenly

and these waves that hit, hit hard
and we all can feel what's inside
the flow

..
.

A direction opening wide

.
Leaves offer a quiet shadow
bare words
wide open to the new moment
moving faster than lightning
pointing my heart in your direction.

..