Have the seasons
betrayed us?
Or is the silence,
just tragic – like a healthy
river silently dying.
Though, I have found
a new dawn sky –
in a place where
autumn nights touch.
The fish, too cry for love –
and someone yet to come.

A soul darkened,
by dead spirits,
and the shallowness
of field owners,
no longer able to
touch in tender ways.
I was alone…..
 
But at the very roots
of loneliness,
you came to me –
from the mind
and from the body.
All things on earth
became more beautiful,
and a hundred lives opened.
 
With moisture
dripping through,
no longer the dragging days.
A kiss, a touch
and always the sweet
fragrance of the plum.
Now I watch the long rains fall,
and wait again – for the
fragrance of the plum.

Dewy with the rivers
tear-drops as they flow.
I see a lone lily,
out of itself –
as the day drolls in.
In dream of passion,
I sip…
Do embers of love surprise,
I think they do.

I have found no
cure for those who suffer.
Or those who live
with apathy and
freezing weather.
But I have tried.
And I still see,
ten thousand sparrows –
dancing with ten
thousand magpies.
A mere shifting
of my dear self.
In the afterglow
of sweated bones –
from an act of love.

Out in the streets
this autumn day,
left in my lonely plight.
I look for you on
the magpies bridge.
And see your love revolve
in the sky and sing.
To quell this infinite ache.

And for those
who love the
whispering nights.
Your absence
no longer goes
through me.
The black clay
of certainty,
goes on.
Yet, everything
I write is stitched
with colour.
And moonbeams
dance inside
the paper door.

After the rain
no miracles occurred.
And no arrows sliced
Before long,
we will have the
winds of autumn.
Whether or not
a paradise.

And if I say
“Today, I leave this place”
I will still have the
memory of a naked summer.
Left still, and untouched.

A summer playground
with sunflowers.
That’s how it used to be.

A soft wind singing
through the leaves.
That’s how it used to be.

On days like these,
I call you, and we go
to a higher place.

A place to carry less,
and touch the sun
in hazy summer.

A place to skip a stone
across the river.
And smile sweetly,
as our lips touch.

In the distance, deary and cloudy.
Shadow after shadow,
and everything passes through us.
But wrapped in mist sea,
and a sky with a blush of blue.
I wandered to the end of the earth.
To a kingfishers chatter, chatter.
And a spanning bridge to build.

I turned the course
long ago.
There was not
gladness enough.

While laughing,
while crying – I saw
the sword or dagger.
And always a vicious scar.

When in my nakedness,
a curse became a kiss.
Your soft lips, and again –
I could listen to the rain.