I saw two lovers
on the bridge.
She with her
crescent earrings.
And he,
idolizing his muse
and all the prisons
of the heart.
As they kissed,
I hid myself
in the shadows.
And longed for your
face, to look upon.
Like the first sighting.

I sipped my coffee,
gazing at the sky.
But slowly, slowly!
The earth will be safe,
when I myself, feel safe.
And your love,
unencumbered by ideas.
Can eternally be.

Down like waterfalls
of jade Green cloth.
Below the open plains
and costumed players sing.
Still, the desire for a
wilder life is strong.
With whispers from the lost,
I thought it to be.
A feast of life
lighting my world.
I am almost there.

Inside this dream,
is there something?
is there nothing?
But still,
your spirit dwells
within my heart.
Where shall we go?
To the moon, or an
islands windswept shore?
Through to the end,
serenity is not so far.

Blue-eyed,
and riding alone.
Of my solitude,
I am knowing.
And as my eyes caress,
the streams and clouds.
That sunset and our plane,
and dream our dreams.
I hope your love
will travel with me.
To where our longing,
will find its home.
 

I woke to the sound
of you singing far away.
And I saw the morning
sun thrive, overwhelmed
by passion and fingertip kisses.
Maybe I’ll move there,
a world all for you and me.

A hot summer sun
sidles up against my skin.
Mounting tide
along a wide beach.
Each breath a memory
made of light.
And in the night,
no breeze through
open windows.
But still a summer kiss,
and again.
 

I move with the river,
unawed by
imposing mountains.
And naked stalks,
dancing alone in
the midday sun.
For somebody I know,
and the port
for which I long.
Runs an old love-song,
growing louder by the sea.
And the tide shall
measure out our lives.
A sweet perfume
of royal ways,
and blossoms all ablaze.

I do not stop
for the plum rain.
Or the long silences
that are so impressive.
There is a place
in my mind.
A nebulous, of
thoughts, and love.
Where morning breaks,
from a distance.
And we wait
for our morning
vegetables and
sour fish.

Dangling between
darkness and
loneliness.
And who knows
what lies beyond?
I think of
an island girl.
Seeing the sea
as a necklace
on her neck.
And the mountains
turning into fireflies.
I inhale blue –
white air.
The remains of
what it was.
And an opening
move, to a
brave new world.