fractured wanting

dis remembered
dreams filling
    the gaps between spaced images
seeing the
                 wishing
Within 
the
angelic blue electricity 


the alchemy of two souls drifting
armed with each others salvation


.

the crying out of april

Like the lover who loves waiting
wading in breath paused lengths of patience
still and breathing
The rain


From a highland trail I see the ocean
erode the sun
like mountain moss
inexhaustible and
cool

autumn pulls the lonely
wind set in
in ways like this
as day stars hug warm
the coolness

what promise is
an incomprehensible vision
and I sense know you are there

.


..

Adjusting to spring

spring 
quickly disguises
turned to arousal and
the fleshy substance

becomes a physical
being and gleans an imagination

as wind blown
clouds slowly
shower in gentle infatuation
the spirit assigned to carry the
stars over earth

..

Life stretched into words

nature undressed
of the slosh and polish
spring in my breath

white face letters from
starved earth
easy as eyes closed

let loose from how to
fresh sheets for paradise
to begin anew


.

Slow sky vision

Around you the stars walk
as still we dream outside ourselves
into moving pictures

Ocean tossed dreams crashing onto rocks
and listening as heartbeats 
turn to an intimate vision
drinking from rivers we run
through the sky



..

The space that is not anywhere

Like great silver prisms
these thoughts return
flowing back into my mind
back to the front of night

where fingers of rain get tangled in
the smooth facade
and bolts of lightning fatigue
the broken moon
trying not to understand

what's there
between the sand
blowing in the sky


..

An Account Of Our Surroundings

the tiny anxieties
we know
exist
like dirt painted by
cleansing rain
heard by unseen air

we know them by the ten thousand
scars on dry hills
oceans of single gunshots

bleeding rivers
that tear into forest flowers
as rare as peace
passing the testimony of sleeping beasts



..

Black Snake

uncoiling in a wake
of deepening silence
a lining left in its place
a history time drew out and
erased
 

unwinding held back smiles
quietly spreading forward
behind a curiosity
..

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.

..

on what isn't known yet

Shaken dew from awakening buds
An ocean spills from her eyes
rapture filled shadows, discoveries
of a sprinkling heart

In long drops
a new spirit fire
reclaims place
In vivid swarms of pinpoint accuracy


No seams ending, no ghosts
Here where the sun climbs out with
ancient thirsting eyes



.

This is our world not to see

Evening in our world
you and I, you and me
not to see
in this sleep beyond the daisy dew
beyond the essence of
looking out
from sensation
into the treasures
that we pretend
not to see

And by daybreak through evening
of days like now
whenever we say never
we are always  moving
deeper together
dancing slowly
to the melodious frequencies of life

..

On strange words

Night opens to you its world
of dark visions
of silence smooth as a statue

and your flesh awakens to the calignosity
with the innocence of a sailboat on a summer's day


.

circling circuits

pulsating hearts
growing passions

in waves of liquid warmth and light
a penetrating radiance
only gaining momentum


..

New Skin

In the calm and open blue
of a world without a song
came a voice that
made a difference
and made things rearrange

disbelief became belief
slowly through dreams

You can be surrounded
by people who've disappeared
when the need to understand
commands some sun into your life


.

Nuance communications

present between 
the river's bending memories
and the kindred spirit burning
in our souls
curled up into the wind
breathing between our closed eyes

.

.

Thinking like snow

infinities written on trees
speak without awareness
brush lightly over the day
from the milky sky universe

Soon the circle of the moon will open
to raise the height of splendor
as love sits gently on the hard ground

.


.

Love

puts two hearts together

into a single

word

The tenderness of angel's hands

the drapes have been discontinued

like an ocean's forgotten rage
and leaping off clouds

and how it remains 
still ever more
Be Dazzling Me
with the tenderness of angel's hands

.

The past I never had

My eyes drain into the mirror
Tears bled through a
fractured past
of now soundless songs

Veins inside of my heart
squirting ink
like starshine out in the
sky through space


.

not what I think

in the first line
I'm haunted by the
visual affliction of poetry
the word and
and

the soothing
evolution of the death of rhyme
and the sound of syllables



.

The year's last words

dawn
the crown of earth 

embedded
in the hope filled light
all the songs
birds have ever sung
All in us


..

                                                            "Dancing Lizards"

 .                                      

Easily and slowly

The wind is placed as a new
resident and the cold gold leaves
rest on each other
December through glass

As the doors open
angel's hands  are buried
in deep sweets and dark secrets
I could hide here and wait forever


...

Leaning out the window to now

In you appears a window
so now I open it
remembering
rainbows live a brief
but colorful life
then become air

.

The line breaks

But after all the meaning and names 
somethings still remain unknown
and hit hard as the end of space
and my heart unfolds as the letters softly cry

the wake, thirst and sleep
of crude shadows
swaying against the moon's round voice

flashed by lightning
like an axe through the sky
a privilege, a known

a brief damp rain that
struck leaves unready to fall







..

As we stare

the silence swirls
like pigeons half flocked
together in the narrows
of our mouths

and the darkness of our breath
washes over what is
over what we don't see

as the past gathers
and breathing like water
we chew the stones into clouds


,

December Takeover

The birds returned with evening
letters telling stories of the trees
seed wings falling under
a deepening blue hush

Meadow brushed mirrors of
eternity sewn into a fine fabric
Of quick summer urges oxidized into
cool faced hills with their shadows
clinging to possibility



.

At a thousand and two Feet

The Sky Speaks life into my heart
its flesh
a smooth place in the imagination

As the world rattles
with chaotic spring harmonies
like thunder
quieted and encased in glass


..
.

Absolutely

She moves
the way
clouds drift in the sky
singing a lullaby to my heart
with cool overlapping shadows
  
and doubts as I walk
the circle to its end
as the clock chuckles at
the storms gently tugging
on my soul
yet still attached to me
that voice beyond all control

The way
the way our fingers  s t r e t c h e d  out
hold with the ground


.

.

November is half over and

They say
the grass grows
thick where a heart lands
where a soul spreads out into
deep fields that run up mountainsides

but in truth
all elevation
falls flat and still
next to you my secret
Ocean beneath
eternal Spring

Your waves pass deep and
wide
A morning's meditation 
a sleepy moon holding
weightless
as God

.

.

To the earth

The days of rain
are a gift of life
as noon breathes slowly
and blue wind glides
at the top of the sky

Tired blue butterfly wings
slowly twirling at the front of light
Nobody can see under her feet
the history of being a bird



.

Winds tumble in morning's forward climb

 .

and although I loved the tears I’ve wept
and the dreams that sat at my fingertips
like air into this breathing heart
or music that glowed the skin around
my eyes

In beats and wrinkled cuts
I reach for you still
To your hands within the
deeply rooted shadows
emptying now as I open
and the corners softly close


..

Stay again

A bird blossoms spring
like a child inspiring a poem 
and now the fields are clothed in dreams

Reborn to the
season of a new moment
as a sweet misty elegance of light
again warms the Earth

 .

That

Like the sea
left open to the sun
with wind and tongue
whose beauty is today

While gravity
and the stars heave
Heaven's heavy heart

and now this

.

Hearts filled with Heaven

freely come
into my heart and
melt me into heaven

as morning goes
where you go
lay down again
and again as love flashes
glow and grow  

.

the weather outside language

new memories dissolve in
a rain of conversation
then an arch of color like a rainbow
forms a passageway in the sky through the fall

Words tell us of a journey
describing, imitation and immortality
like a town on a mountain
adjacent to love is discovery


.

If something is

As I rid myself
of title and plot and
all ties to stratification
and commit to my idea
with the simple thought that it feels
like something right between my fingers

I still imagine you
quietly outside all
I've planned
before even a word's
been spoken

.

When I Can't See You

Your eyes hide
you from me
so I dream us into water
letting angels have the sky
for here in the quiet waves
god is silent as we are


.

There was once a

you know what
passed down
like an ancient myth
that carried
on about the universe
with leaves trembling on its farthest branches.



.

Heaven's Endless Body

There is no control of the skies
he shouted
flying high
If my shadow could only see
me now
He thought
as I turn to see my shadow
moving my heart past myself
to share our passing

I fly into her smile
And I am by my blood
a relic of light found
left behind energy
conscious, a ghost
still dragging time
as I turn to see her
my heart moves past itself
am I to be my blood
or a relic of light 
conscious of energy
heaven's endless body
or a ghost dragging time?


.

The rumbling tone of creation

fashioned tones from
under a brilliant night sky
where has always been
that first
star
the oldest musical
instrument
rumbling the tones of creation

..

The sun hands over its dress

in pieces
perfectly  misplaced on a world
made of danger and weight 
spun without drying

there Spring is swerving
on its forgotten journey and here 
Fall through with the green
landscape once rich and raging
now fades into the nuance
between conversations

.

Don't You Know

We fall like dancing stars
springing back into time
holding the hands of reason
we let go of so completely
because noticing
it's harder to worry

Me, an admirer
as I think I am of stars I cannot see
moving in ocean waves
that sparlke the sky with the feet and
hands they lack

.

Stripped by the falling sky

Thought
knowable only to angels
at the edge of the sky
over the heartbreaking silence
a bolt across the firmament

And I stumble and fall over
a question - and you ease back
through my pores, the way love wrestles through
impenetrable people

Like pulling forward space
the moon cries behind her cloudy
eyes and peering through the haze
the earth begs to be caressed
by her floating body  

Stripped by a fallen sky
her white earth lies dead
bare with pale volcanoes
a dimly lit salted sphere
without a memory of life
she is everything


 .

ING

And in the vastness and truth
of who we are
waits the unfolding now blue sky
Our form through tournaments of old
still warm and grand

She was born with morning inside
her in the early spring
as light fell down
through the cool thin gaps

Does eternity have an end
for this poem?


..

It's October Again

and Collapsing tunnels loom
dimming the light
but we are here, not there
we who still move, still move somehow

and Boldly press on with love in layers
through fields rapt with romance
past collapsed tunnels
through openings that began as cracks
we make ourselves make our way
into the truth like finding revelation within a novel
while waiting beneath the desert
a flowerbed lies dreaming with a persistence
we once knew


.
.

Then heaven sent flowers

Then heaven sent flowers
to the living huddled
below a well centered moon
and out from a crater you rose

Get up said the air with its song
but the hard lake in the window
still flirted with the sandy notions in my mind  

And with all her strength the shore scratches to
and she so wonderful and wise
goes off somewhere

The day continued only sure of spreading morning throughout
the hills and trees
so silently it happens over and over
heaven casting her wide kiss
as in secret we prepare for night
and dreams
sometimes so red and strange
until the new light on an eve falls
and you return from somewhere deep inside the
the dark woods
and I'm so happy you're here
.

There's No Place Like Driving

a world of street
ghost beggars twists into
morning

And inside every car
emotions and glass swim
together in sighting dawn

in trying to understand the fire
and which side of me its on
and that we live here inside a question
and how you're more important
than the answer


.

How Now Was Ever Made

powerful as the open air   
yet still wading against
the shimmering night

"I'll paint the night black again"
maybe he didn't say this

I wonder what it would take
to feel the indifferent forms of me
breaking through the brittle bark of the tree to
breathe freely through myself knowing nothing is really here
except the smallest drop of rain god ever made






.