sailfished-eye by
glint of golden sun
procure for me a dream
wherein grass-breezed
beaches blow your
radiant eyes.
is it a dream
or do i die?
the brilliant golden
land draws near,
my home upon
the warmest
far off hills and
dawn of southern sky
for you alone
i die
Month: March 2023
when your eyes were stars
when your eyes were stars
we were young together
separated by miles and
long distance phone calls
and in my memory
your eyes were stars
on those darks nights in
wooden door frames
beneath the Memphis sky
how simple love could be
as an old man snored and
a friend feigned sleep to
hear my hushed declarations
but could you love
completely?
there is a strange
phenomenon
in which a heart is torn
in two
in which decisions must be made
there beneath the Memphis sky
to rend a life or
leave it whole
to let those stars burn brightly
or take one from the sky
hang up a phone and
sneak back to bed
to close my eyes and
dream