Month: November 2019

Incontra

Was it all a dream,
Would I be equal to that
Flickering light upon the green?
What is this new habit
That you wear?
Will you care that my face
Shines a different colour?
We are the filaments of a
Cosmic dream,
Fireflies dancing in a night of
Streaming shadows
And sometimes the distance
Seems too great
(Yet does presence come but
In our minds?)
Still we find
Ourselves here in the flash of
Present’s grace,
To embrace or fail to…

 

 

 

a cloudy cup of chicory

a cloudy cup of chicory
keeps the cold away
as the wind howls against
my creaking house today
~thoughts wandering thoughts~
come with me
to a greener space
where the sun is warm
upon your gleaming face
we’ve been there before
before the cold and distance
i want more of you
more than this instance
can provide for
there upon the green
green shore
burning bright as candle flame
behind the stormy doorÂ