we walked in sunshine along the reservoir while the geese floated and called to their children powerlines buzzed above our heads and I held your hand we walked in rain and thunder first day that we met droplets that you kissed away you asked me where my socks were why didn’t I have my umbrella?…

in conversation with the sea I stood with day’s end and listened to the waves drowning in their song I heard nothing else not the soft lullaby of the pale setting sun not the coo of birds hiding in coastal flowers I heard nothing but the beating of my own heart until I was gone…

over the stone ledge into small droplets, I fall my heart caught mid stream ~ leigh-anne fraser

inside your voice builds through, upward in stillness I sit with you listening hollowed core and the earth drums against your limbs through the labyrinth of roots to heart beating loud enough for me to hear and I breathe in time before you begin to sing ~ leigh-anne fraser

drown me in this perfect moment in your arms floating in the nothing of now your hand reaches and I hold on I float and in the over flow find myself ~ leigh-anne fraser

I grow in shadows toes dipped in wet sands and running water protected under broad arms trees with their ancient stories and a song from the deepest parts of the horizon told to me in the passing of each gentle wave I listen as the crest rolls and touches the shore I listen as the…

morning I breathe you hoar frost and ice fog clothe the sunrise I watch looking for myself there in the soften outlines of bare tree limbs and evergreens there in the sleeping earth and dusting of snow I lie in the furrows stretched out to close my eyes while the day carries on ~ leigh-anne…

  you lift me into the sunlight and I see below the outline of butterfly shadows ~ leigh-anne fraser

you lost me in the buffet between the wind and sea no flying here on the shoreline after the lightning struck with reptile tongues to lick my ear the stars paused before singing I lay here waiting for you no flying in the morning with the frosted mist rising rising on the shoreline only the…

  a thousand false starts stuck between pages unused journals sleeping on the shelf fragments and torn thoughts lost between lines I wrote words you will not read stuck my fingers in open wounds played in the puss flicked the dead skin away cleared for healing I am dancing near the edge distracted by the…

  turned in a leaf called from the branch caught in the folding wind ©2012 Leigh-Anne Fraser

In darkness.. the listening is like breathing. In and out. Like a wave. I stood once on the beach in Monterey. A stranger, a tourist in love… but the soul knew. Hello. You in this moment. Reaching out and remembering. I have barely lived. barely breathed barely lived Except for in this moment now. Sad…