Month: August 2018

I sign your name

cast upon these mountains
your glowing face
laced by summit’s snow
sunlit graced by
timber growth and
hot spring flow
upon the middle slopes
cast there also longing
hope to join the
ancient peaks
(I am the one who seeks
a higher shining pinnacle
beyond earth’s
vaulted ceiling)
kneeling by a craggy pine
I sign your name upon a
wind-smoothed rock

if I had the words

if I had the words
perfect-breathed and
light upon these
martyred lips
would you ride the
southern winds
time-tossed before the
tumbledown days of
youth and broken
memory?
where shrouded
waiting haunts my
burning marrow
gale-blown before your
shimmering face
infusing Beauty with
beauty’s avatar
how long and
how far before
night takes these words
from me?

 

 

where forest

where forest meets sand
an ocean crashes in our hands
along the coast of never-been
a white-capped dream
keeps me company
how could love be
such a multiple singularity
this sunny vision
uninformed by reality?
free to gaze and smile on
endless miles of golden sand
hand in hand or running
through the foaming wave
will i be brave to
keep this in my heart?
will i falter with the news
tomorrow brings?
i will sing an
impossible song
kept strong by
stone and paper
the wind between these fingers
a love that lingers in
this aching heart
everyday a new start with
an ancient love

 

 

ever present

ever present
heart-ache
I cannot shake the
best thought of you
(my every-summer-night)
how long before the
dream has given up
on possibility?
I will be very old –
these birds upon the
window gone the
way of wintered sleep
the glade laid bare by
sweeping icy wind
but here you lie within
’til cold retreats and parts
arrested by a
warmer hearth